In memory of Bonnie Wentz Miner
These are words I have to say, Since God came down and took you away, For three weeks you wanted to fly,… It broke my heart you had to die. You were my blue skies, you were my bright sun, You’ll always be my Number 1. Now you are my bright star, I hope you didn’t fly too far. When it gets dark and day is done, I hope I’m still your Number 1. When I am old and sick and when I die, I pray to God with you I’ll fly.
From your loving husband.
Poem written by IVHOG Member Ron Miner…
Bonnie Miner, you will be missed!
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