Denise Rose Aunty Nise 8th February 2011

God saw you getting tired and a cure was not to be He put his arms around you and whispered come with me. With tearful eyes we watched and saw you pass away altough we love you dearly we could not make you stay. A golden heart stopped beating, hard working hands at rest. God broke ours hearts to prove to us he only takes the best. All our love xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx