Weep not for me though I
am gone;
into that gentle night.
Grieve if you will but not for long,
upon my soul's sweet flight.
I am at peace, my soul's at rest.
There is no need for tears.
For with your love I was blessed;
for all those many years.
There is no pain, I suffer not,
The fear now all is gone.
Put now these things out of your thoughts.
In your memory I live on.
Remember not my fight for breath;
remember not the strife.
Please do not dwell upon my death,
but celebrate my life.
by Constance
Jenkins
