You took your last breath early today
passing in your sleep in a special way
no longer sick and you're finally home
you died with love & you wasn't alone.
A smile I saw on your beautiful face
an angel in the sky with amazing grace
I held your hand as you said goodbye
you're no longer sick & you had to die.
In your sleep and you had to go home
with so much love, you didn't die alone
we laughed & cried & had so much joy
so brokenhearted I'm really destroyed.
Passing away in your sleep with peace
no longer sick and you had to release
the smile that I saw on your pretty face
you died with love and died with grace.




© Josiah Bhola Hillaire