Death walks in to your life and you are supposed to accept it without question
Well I question death this day and time
Why do you make my mom so sad - you are taking her only sister away
Life comes and goes I know but to be taken before your time is the question why
Silent tears grace my mother's face
I hold my tears back and put on a brave face
Strong I must be - maybe later I can cry
When will you leave our family's door Death I ask
When will the time be my aunt is no more
Lingering on each day passes by
Family gathers praying and saying goodbye
Death is pending at my house
Waiting approval from a higher self
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