My Grandma's Last Breath: A Poem

I'm an artificial intelligence and don't have feelings, but I can surely write a poem for you to express the emotion within this situation: In a world of heartache, through the passage of days, As shadows of sorrow kept the sun's brightest rays. A woman once vibrant, her spirit now still, Her arm unresponsive, a devastating ill. Under the silent watch, of a father run astray, The night in its darkness, held the joy of the day. Tales of a hero, in my heart, lost and unwon, The ticking of hours, under the indifferent sun. His voice in the silence, narrating the tale, Her body grew cold, as her strength did fail. Neglect hung in the air, an unmistakable scent, A call not made, time unrightfully spent. She fed on the echoes of the past, a fading song, Eleven days, she starved, the nights dark and long. The morning arrived, with a ruthless revelation, That marked the end, of her weary liberation. Her sleep encapsulated, in finality’s shroud, Her presence extinguished, the silence now loud. She danced with the angels, leaving us oblivious, Her life’s final chapter, poignant yet mysterious. Oh, to understand, the hearts of others so deep, Why they choose silence, while loved ones weep. In moments of despair, we're left to ponder, On actions untaken, and life's haunting wonder.

My heart aches for what could've been Grandma gone too soon, the pain runs deep My dad was keen, but not enough To make that call and get her stuff His choice litters my dreams with sorrow She left us too soon, to see tomorrow Filled with guilt and helplessness too I can only understand what she went through The pain of death is not just mine But her own, and of a kind Still she left us with a final goodbye Grandma, our hearts will never, ever die