Arta Lunn, November 12, 1931

Since Heaven has become your home

We sometimes feel so alone

We never know how much we would grieve

When it was time for you to leave

Or just how much our hearts would ache

From that one fragment you would take

God lets this tender hole remain

Reminding us that one day we will meet again

And all our pain will cease

When God restores this missing piece

Happy Birthday Mom