Gods Gift

The apple of our eye.
Your sweet and tender love.
All of these will be missed,
As you move to god above.
You're warm and gentle smile,
The big hugs now will go.
All of these will follow you,
As we hold them to us so.
The gleaming look of mischief,
The twinkle in your eye.
All the times we'd seen you,
We never saw you cry.
The joyness which you brought us,
The laughter you gave to.
Were all we ever needed,
Apart from loving you.
I thank the lord he gave us you,
But your time has now run out.
You're now Gods gift from us to him,
But our memories will be felt.