Positive Death

And positive death is striking vivaciously her weakened,shrunk and paralyzed body; the tiny breath of miraculous life still persists agains its given time! Gradma,at ninety-one,you draw the sincere love of all who surrounded you with obedience; your ever-beautiful face,although now is pale and bony, renounces weakness and fear... refusing to withhold the weakest smile from us, but still keeps on opening those expressive,blue eyes... Grandma,you earned the highly and unique respect of your descendents! The durable strength and victorious courage you have shown in crucial times...will influence whoever is witnessing your atrocious suffering; and still love keeps on glittering in those sorrowful eyes that are remembering the lenght of years you guided them with knowledge! And positive death is tormenting your feeble body... and we silently stand by your bed-side,not murmuring against death,which is the reality of us all, but we only whisper words and shed tears continously... while our trembling hands caress tenderly your long and white hair strealked with light gold!