My darling Peter, When God saw you getting tired And a cure was not to be He put his arms around you And whispered, 'Come to me'. He didn't like what you went through And he gave you rest. His garden must be beautiful He only takes the best. And when we saw you sleeping So peacefully and free from pain, We wouldn't wish you back To suffer that again. In life we loved you dearly, In death we love you still; In our hearts you hold a place No one can ever fill. Our family chain is broken, And nothing seems the same; But as God calls us one by one, The chain will link again. Today we say goodbye as you take your final rest. That garden must be beautiful Because you are one of the best. AMLDA M x