A precious heart stopped beating,
To beautiful eyes now rest,
God broke my heart in pieces
To show he only takes the best.
Two working hands are empty,
Two aching feet stopped walking,
But in my memory you still live,
About you I can't stop talking.
The angels knew they needed you,
And that you wouln't go alone,
Because they also took part of me,
The day they took you home.
You will never be forgotten,
Never will you be in the past,
Because nana I love you so,
And I'll make sure your memory lasts.
Vicki Wroe, 17 (c)
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