God looked around his garden
And he found an empty place
He then looked down upon this earth
And saw your tired face
He put his arms around you
And lifted you to rest
God's garden must be beautiful
He always takes the best
He knew that you were suffering
He knew that you were in pain
He knew that you would never
Get well on earth again
He saw that the road was getting rough
And the hills are hard to climb
So He closed your weary eyelids
And whispered "Peace be thine"
It broke our hearts to lose you
But you didn't go alone
For part of us went with you
That day that God called you home.
God saw you getting tired
and a cure was not to be
so he put his arms around you
and whispered,
"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
Mrs. Margaret Graham was born on February 24, 1932 in Charleston, South Carolina to James and Gertrude Woods. Margaret entered into eternal rest on January 13, 2016 at Flushing Hospital, Flushing, New York, she was 83. Beloved wife of the late Carlton Graham. Loving mother of Theresa Graham and Renee Graham. May she rest in peace.
ALZHEIMER’S POEM
Do not ask me to remember.
Do not try to make me understand.
Let me rest and know you’re with me.
Kiss my cheek and hold my hand.
I’m confused beyond your concept.
I am sick and sad and lost.
All I know is that I need you to be with me at all cost.
Do not lose your patience with me.
Do not scold or curse my cry.
I can’t help the way I’m acting.
Can’t be different though I try.
Just remember that I need you.
That the best of me is gone.
Please don’t fail to stand beside me.
Love me till my life is done.
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