God saw you getting weak, a cure was not to be, he put his arms around you, and wispered come to me.Pleae keep your arms aroundhim Lord and show him special care, and make up for all that he has sufferd and all that was unfair, Please find the softest pillow Lord to rest his head upon, and plce a kiss on his cheek and tell him who it's from.
Reason for writing:
This poem is inthe memory of my Grandfather, Clinton Cromwell Skivers "Ike" who has pass on to the lord. He had suffered so much , in manyways. Things are now fair for him and my love grows more everyday along with my memory of him. Gone but NOT forgotton!!!!
Birth sign: Cancer
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