Mistake

I always thought that death was something bad.
But when I realized for him it was working,
I hated myself.
When the angel of death passes by,
The silence could be heard.
Sometimes a last breath,
Sometimes people crying.
The last breath of a person free from his chains of pain,
Like a slave being free after years of slavery.
The tears of sadness but also of great relief.
No longer seeing the disease invading our lives.
No longer being afraid of sleeping at night.
No longer being afraid of going out.
When the time has come,
Everything takes place.
The pain disappears
And the sadness takes its place.
The children who will never know their parents.
Parents who will never see their children again.
Grandchildren left with reminders of the old days.
Laughs, memories and good moments take place in our spirit.
The emptiness fills up with time,
Sometimes with the memories,
Sometimes with a person.
The fear and the belly ball dissipate gradually
The tears turn into laughter, thinking about the memories.
And the bad times are replaced by good memories.
©sunflowerl