I once saw Death.
It wasn’t as violent or nasty as I thought Death would be.
Death was rather patient in letting us say our goodbyes.
Death was in no hurry to take away the soul it came to claim.
Death was almost kind.
A little cold on my bare arms,
but I believed Death to be another winged angel
with just a chip on its shoulder
and a reputation to live up to.
Death sat quietly in the corner of the hospital room,
respecting the very last moments we were able to share as a family
for one last time.
But because Death has places to be,
Death made sure to follow a timely schedule.
Just before Death departed with my father in its possession,
Death smiled at me and whispered,
“The body is only a vehicle for people to use on this physical plane,
but not even I have the power to keep souls from visiting their loved ones
at their most difficult times in life.”