|In Loving Memory of our Nanny|
God saw you getting tired
And a cure was not to be;
So He put His arms around you,
And whispered, "Irene, come with Me."
With tearful eyes we watched you suffer,
And saw you fade away;
Although we loved you dearly,
We could not make you stay.
A golden heart stopped beating,
Hard working hands to rest;
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes the best.
The Rojek Family
Added: Jul. 9, 2004