"O Tina, Our Tina"

What has become of you,
We find you not at home.
Have you been called away
To a better place today?
Are you through with the pain,
To your eternal gain,
In a happier place,
Full of beauty and grace?
We already miss you,
As you probably know.
It won't be the same.
Does the sadness show?
You're in a better place,
At a slower pace.
Your pain is over,
Ours has just begun.
You've finished the race,
And completed the run.
You came in first,
As we knew you would.
Goodbye for now,
We'll see you again.
When God calls us home,
There'll be no pain.
(C) Copyright 2009 Lowell Brandon