D'ARGENIO, Mario

God saw that he was getting tired
A cure was not meant to be.
So he put his arms around him
And whispered "come with me".
With tearful eyes we watched you suffer,
And saw him fade away.
Although we loved him dearly,
We could not make him stay.
A golden heart stopped breathing,
Hard working hands to rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes the best.
Forever loved and forever missed.
Love you Dad,
Marco and Maggie.