COME WITH ME God saw you getting tired A cure was not to be. So he put his arms around you And whispered, "Come with me" With tearful eyes we watched you and saw you fade away. Although we loved you dearly We could not make you stay. A golden heart stopped beating Your tender hands at rest. God took you home to prove to us HE only takes the best. The above from an unknown author captures my tribute. Chidinma, may your gentle soul rest in perfect peace.