Leaving, Not Lost

Give them all a flower
To place upon her grave,
Laying there before them-
A silent, sleeping face,
Eyes closed, she cannot see it-
Not ever, never more!
For minutes past the hour-
Thought stolen by the Lord,
Are never put to using-
But always thought a waste,
So down she's lowered, slowly-
As silent as a tear,
Her pain is covered over
In her final resting place.