Homer Brown Jr. Program

God saw you getting tired, and a Cure was not to be So, he put his arms around you and whispered, "come to me." With tearful eyes I watched you suffer, and quickly fade away. Although I loved you dearly, I could not make you stay. A heart of gold stopped beating; a beautiful smile put to rest. I am now left with memories because God took the Best. Papa I will miss our long talks, laughs, your prayers, and calm voice when I was going through tough times.

Love Always, Deondria