Poem by Nancy Rose Bouchard

He Only Takes the Best

God saw she was getting tired
and a cure was not to be.
So He put His arms around her
and whispered, 'Come with Me'.

With tear-filled eyes we watched her
suffer and fade away.
Although we loved her deeply,
We could not make her stay.

A golden heart stopped beating,
hard-working hands put to rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes the best.

 by Nancy Rose Bouchard

I found this poem on many websites whilst researching my book on cancer in teenagers and young people. I have tried to find the contact details for Nancy Rose Bouchard online but have had no luck. I tried ringing international directory enquries as I discovered a message she had written to someone through their message board saying she was from Fort Worth in Texas. But her number is private and can not be given out. I hope that she won't mind my using her poem here - I could not include it in my book as I did not have permission from the copyright owner.