Dear Death

How might you be? I wonder what a life like yours would be like. Is it sad to make people die?

No, you must be used to it.

How else do you take us all into your stiff arms... and walk us away from all we ever knew...?

You took my mother slow, like you wanted to give her a chance... a chance she couldn't ever take.

My grandma you took fast, like you always wanted her to be yours.

You are sick, always a relief, always a something, always the end.

You are the enemy of, simply, life.

Sincerely

Evelyn.