Death is not pretty,
It is not meant to be,
The body decomposes
naturally,
The process begins
before we are gone,
We stop nourishing it
before we go home,
Loved ones surround us
at our bedside,
There is no hiding
what is happening inside,
Skin wrinkles and withers
face sunken and hollow,
We are giving up this life
and leaving tomorrow,
Death is not pretty
and so we see,
what is left is the shell
where our soul used to be,
As the process unfolds
we leave body behind,
The spirit is freed!
because our God is kind,
So don’t worry for me
as I leave you here,
for my spirit is soaring
to other spheres,
You will see me again
in a very short time,
We are always, forever,
united as one.
cfblack 10-22-2017
Doctor Grandma 
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