I lost my grandma, a poem to commemorate all the loved ones I've lost to the cold hands of death.

Wish death could fall in love
And get to be human
So it gets to know the pain we feel
Seeing our loved ones stolen
Wen they are most needed

Wish death gets to be polite
Telling us when it would strike
So we could live right
And also give a kiss that says goodbye

Wish death never lives
Then it gets to see how death is
So i get to live forever
Knowing i get to see ur face everyday