Barbara Margaret Ybarra

and the cure was not to be,

so he put his arms

around you and whispered

“ Come With Me”

With tearful eyes we

watched you suffer and

saw you fade away.

Although we couldn’t

bear to lose you,

We could not ask you to stay...

A golden heart stopped beating,

hard working hands laid to rest,

God broke our hearts to prove to us

that he only takes the best...

You took the path to heaven,

but you did not go alone,

for part of us went with you

the day God called you home…