I am dedicating this page to my Maternal Grandmother, Dorothea Read Born 2nd January 1920 Died 22nd January 2001

During the 2nd World War my Grandfather wrote my Grandmother a poem, it came 2nd in a Poetry Contest here in Australia. If you would like to read it please click on my Grandmothers picture.

The Day God Called You Home God looked around His garden, And found an empty place. He then looked down upon the earth, And saw your tired face. He put His arms around you And lifted you to rest. God's garden must be beautiful He always takes the best. He knew that you were suffering He knew that you were in pain He knew that you would never Get well on earth again. He saw the road was getting rough, And the hills were hard to climb. So He closed your weary eyelids, And whispered "Peace be thine." It broke our hearts to lose you But you didn't go alone For part of us went with you The day God called you home. Author unknown