Here's a nice poem by Ben Iscatus, known to us from comments. For more of Ben's poems, click here.
This lifeless body still resembles you,
Though lacking much of what it had before;
Not limbs or organs, not the form we knew,
But attributes an artist seeks to draw,
Like those that add a lustre to the skin
Or those that bring distinction to a face.
These attributes all come from deep within;
For you, they were humility and grace,
A gentle humour and a sense of play.
Not one of them, of course, is physical,
So cannot die or suffer from decay.
To say, “Departed”, then, is sensible.
Your body tells us plainly: you have gone;
Your soul, with all we loved, has now moved on.