Brenda Tent, a librarian from birth,

Retired from loving at an age of old,

Surrounded by family and natural worth,

She left us with memories to hold.

An avid collector of dust and books,

She found joy in her hobbies and boys,

She sang like a bird, with such sweet looks,

And helped the disadvantaged with poise.

Brenda loved her high school sweetheart,

And thought she had horses in her mind,

Her heart was so pure, her kindness a work of art,

Leaving no trace of darkness behind.

The church gave her a choir to sing,

And she soared like a bird in the sky,

Leaving us all with a cherished thing,

As we bid her final goodbye.

Though Brenda owed us so many poems,

Her legacy of love will forever shine,

And in our hearts, she'll always be home,

As we send her off to heaven divine.

So in lieu of flowers, let's send her more life,

For she gave us so much while she was here,

May her soul rest in peace, free of strife,

And her love live on, always sincere.