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God came and took your on the twelth of July
I sort of guessed but didn’t know why.
It’s left us with an empty space
As no one else could ever take your place.
One night I knew something was amiss
Gathering my thoughts after speaking to sis;
It was no good trying to sleep in bed
I had to phone and speak to Fred.
You’d been poorly but never sought advice,
Whatever we said we couldn’t entice,
To see a doctor was against your grain,
Go through what dad had all over again.
You knew deep down something was wrong,
I wondered if you knew you didn’t
have long.
You must’ve felt frightened
and very alone
But deep down I’m sure you must have known.
About two weeks’ before dads’ spirit was here.
His comforting presence taking away my fear.
He came to us to give us a clue,
That got me thinking he came to get you.
That was the night I phoned to see if you were o.k.
Apparently, you’d been in bed for five days,
How uncanny this was people might say,
But I firmly believe that this is Gods’ way.
We’ll all miss you dear mum, sister and friend,
And love you until the very end.
We hope loved ones’ in heaven look after you
But look over us, love us just like you used to.
Linda