My sister, dear Death, last time there,
Rejected you then,
In His name,
So strong and sure,
That shame was theirs,
And their cronies, crooked,
Awaiting to shed there,
Their tears, as of crocodiles,
Sealed with a seal,
Of thunderous Amen,
Believed I you,
As you demised,
Bitterly wept I,
Not for dying,
For all must,
But, leaving before,
And behind,
Your husband,
Your cross,
For decades carried,
Duly and dearly cared,
Deserved no blame,
For dying,
For death,
Desired not you,
Far thee well there,
Sister Louisa, my dear.
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Dealt of a relation is indeed very painful. Well written