There she goes, our dearest friend. <br />As all good things come to an end, <br />Her life on earth is over now <br />And we must carry on somehow, <br />Her memory we must carry on. <br />With that she never will be gone. <br />We'll weep a while but still be glad <br />To think of those good times we had, <br />Glad we had her love to share <br />Glad she knew that we did care, <br />Glad that when she came to part, <br />She did so with a happy heart. <br /> <br />We'll miss those dinners that she cooked <br />That tasted scrumptious as they looked. <br /> <br />The plants around the garden may <br />Keep wond'ring why she went away; <br />She tended them with love and care, <br />They grew for her when she was there. <br />But they'll remember her green fingers <br />And they will show a love that lingers, <br />They'll open up again and bloom, <br />Perhaps to lift us from our gloom; <br />For what she loved her soul attends, <br />What she started never ends. <br /> <br />We have to cry, we have to mourn, <br />With death an emptiness is born, <br />But she's now in a better place <br />And where we feel an empty space, <br />It won't be empty long, we'll find. <br />It's filled with the love she left behind.<br /><br />Terry Donovan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-jenny/
