Come To Me - Poem by alan brown
Come to me with willing arms
and with your hands outstretched.
And comfort me in our hour of need
so I will not forget.
Come to me and let us sing
of the times we had in life
As we remember the sunny day
that we became man and wife.
Come to me and let us think
of our one and only child
As he is grown and raised
But lingers in our minds
Come to me and hold my hand
as I walk through havens door.
Never to return to life
as we live forevermore.
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