Release

Her eyes weakened by age,
Her health slowly waning away.
Seeing no more than shadows,
We fear of losing her day after day.
She moans in agony,
To try to soothe the pain
But to no avail, she suffers tacitly
Our pity in vain
Sleep becomes a friend in this painful world
As consciousness brings all of hell unfurled.
No more do we wish that she bounce back
In this pitiful state where peace she lacks.
Now death looms while we wait,
In hope for her peace.
No longer a loss of life,
But from pain, it is a release…

This is dedicated to my grandmother who died several years back. May her soul be at peace...