Freedom of Death
Long the chains of the disease confined her
Weakening her already unresisting health
Too frail to live for tomorrow
Yearning for the ultimate freedom
Worsened by our dull faces
As we only watched with hopeful eyes of Azrael
But grandma was rather strong,
She kept going, day after day
The disease though unrelenting
Was ignorant of the sacrifices we made
But determined to the hope we held
Letting go, grandma suddenly surrendered
And we rejoiced in sorrow
Her lifeless face spotting a smile
Happy to finally receive this eternal freedom
Freedom of death.
RIP grandma.
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