In loving memory of Frances Conn who passed away one year ago today.

God saw that you were getting tired,

A cure was not to be.

So He put His arms around you and whispered "Come With Me".

With tearful eyes we watched you and saw you fade away.

Although we loved you dearly,

We could not make you stay.

A golden heart stopped beating.

Hard working hands did rest.

God proved to us that day that He only takes "the best".