She Is Gone
She is gone, do not weep. She is gone, let her sleep.
She is happy, let her be, She can hear and she can see.
She can hear the angels sing, she has earned her Golden Wings.
She has left her worldly home, Now with God, she's not alone.
She has crossed the river wide, Her ashes gone with rising tide.
So many friends she left to mourn. Just one daughter to her was born.
A wonderful mother, a devoted wife. 85 years she spent in this life.
She's now with daddy and free of pain. No pills, no walker, no wheelchair
or cane.
She is gone do not weep, She's with the angels, let her sleep..
In memory of my mother Nov 16, 1924- July 1st 2009
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