IN LOVING MEMORY OF OUR
PRECIOUS DAUGHTER.



AZIZA YASMEEN GHORI

DECEMBER 9,       DECEMBER 27,
1992                    2002    


IN OUR HEARTS FOREVER

A heart of gold stopped beating. Two shining eyes at rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us. He only takes the best.

In life we loved you dearly, in death we do the same.
You left us peaceful memories, your love is still our guide;
and though we cannot see you, you are always at our side.

It broke our hearts to lose you, you did not go alone;
for part of us went with you, the day God called you home.

While the family chain is broken, and nothing seems the same;
We will be called one by one and the chain will link again.

LOVE MOMMY AND DADDY
Poems
Aziza's resting place is in Toronto, Ontario, Canada - below is the poem that is on her marker.
A poem from Kendra Frazier
When twilight falls

     and eve'n calls

          to silent Prayer,

dear forms appear

     and hover near

         about my chair.

Soft hands entwine themselves in mine,

     sweet lips, they touch my face,

   and time is not, and distance forgot,

       as souls embrace.



                             
unknown author
TO ALL PARENTS
(by Edgar A. Guest)

*  *  *
“I’ll lend you for a little time a child of Mine.”  He said,
"For you to love the while she lives and mourn for when she's dead,
It may be six or seven years, or twenty-two or three,
But will you, till I call her back, take care of her for Me?
She'll bring her charms to gladden you, and shall her stay be brief
You'll have her lovely memories as solace for your grief.
"I cannot promise she will stay, since all from earth return,
But there are lessons taught down there I want this child to learn.
I've looked the wide world over in my search for teachers true
And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes I have selected you.
Now will you give her all your love, nor think the labor vain,
Nor hate Me when I come to call to take her back again?"
I fancied that I heard them say: “Dear Lord, Thy will be done.”
For all the joy Thy child shall bring, the risk of grief we'll run.
We'll shelter her with tenderness, we'll love her while we may
And for the happiness we've known forever grateful stay;
But shall the angels call for her much sooner than we've planned.
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes and try to understand.