A golden heart stopped beating. Hard working hands laid to rest. God broke our hearts to prove to us, he only takes the best. God saw you were getting tired, when a cure was not to be. He closed his arms around you and whispered come to me. So keep your arms around him Lord and give him all your care. Make up for all he suffered, and all that seemed unfair.
Ever remembered, ever loved by his children: Claudine, Thelma, Hiram, Dwight, Stella, David, John, Lloyd
Step softly, Our Poppy sleeps here.