Hello everyone. My sister, Cecille, found this anonymously written poem on line in her attempts to cope with her grief. I would like to share this with all of you who have lost a loved one to Pancreatic Cancer or any other disease. My Dad was taken way too soon, and it still hurts to feel his absence. This poem helps me reverse my way of thinking, and gives me some sense of peace.
God saw you
were getting tired,
and a cure was not to be,
so He put His arms around you,
and whispered, "Come to me."
With tearful eyes we watched you,
and saw you pass away,
and although we loved you dearly,
we could not make you stay.
A golden heart stopped beating,
hardworking hands at rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us,
He only takes the best.