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.