Edith May Frederick

God saw you were getting tired
And a cure was not to be,
So he put his arms around you
And whispered, “Come with me.”

With tearful eyes we watched you

And saw you fade away.
Although we loved you dearly,
We could not make you stay.

A golden heart stopped beating,
A beautiful smile at rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us,
He only takes the best.

...Family in the care of Erin Arteaga, Funeral Director