I brushed the cache of autumn leaves from the stone,

Name: first middle and last-Jennifer Dawn

Date of birth and the day she passed, thirty-one years of living

All carved in the gray granite stone

A few bronze roses adorned each corner

“You were always good enough,” inscribed at the very base

Those tender words caused tears to flow,

As I stood in awe of their depth

Back at home, I conducted some research

I simply had to know

Coming up empty on the information highway,

I finally went to the phone

The first number dialed brought me a father

Whose daughter could never believe

That she indeed was “good enough”

But her anguish became too much

I told how those words, left to a beloved child

Had meant so much to this, another man’s daughter

Whose life has been spent struggling to be

Just simply “good enough”