Mildred Davis
Mildred Davis
In memory of Mildred Davis.
God saw you getting tired
And a cure was not to be.
So he put his arms around you and whispered “Come to Me”.
A golden heart stopped beating,
Hard working hands now rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes the best.
Love and Miss you,
Mark, Becky, Ben and Nikki
