My Pillar

By Shweta Virendra Patel

God saw him getting tired

And a cure was not there to be;

So, He put His arms around him,

And whispered, “Son, just come to Me”.

With tearful eyes we watched him suffer,

And saw him slowly fade away.

Although we loved him so dearly,

We could not make him stay.

A golden heart stopped beating,

Hard working hands put to rest,

God broke our hearts and proved to us,

He only takes away the best !!

By Shweta Virendra Patel