a poem for philip

2008 August 30

Created by david 16 years ago
god saw you getting tired and a cure was not to be. so he put his arms around you and whispered, "its time to come to me". with tearful eyes we watched you and saw you pass away. and although we love you dearly we could not make you stay. a golden heart stopped beating, hard working hands at rest. god broke our hearts to prove to us he only takes the best. david.

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