Cured

What i wrote for a card handed out at my mom`s funeral.

God saw her getting tired and a cure could not be found.

So, peacefully and painless, he set her heaven bound.

 

Today, we gather in sorrow.

Our emotions reflect the day after she died,

When softly and long, the rain fell.

But tomorrow,

We must put our sadness aside.

And know that God found himself another angel.

 

We must be happy for her,

and save our tears.

She has found her deserved freedom,

Cured, after nine strenuous years.