Andrzej Z Dabrowski
06/02/1956 - 07/06/2021
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 saw the road was getting rough,
And the hills were hard to climb.
So He closed your eyelids
And whispered "Place 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.