Won't You Be Happy Instead?

This is a little poem thing that goes with my untitled sad story.

At first, when the nurses rushed in,
They didn't realize she was dead.
She wasn't hooked up to machines,
She had no alarms to scream out that she was gone.
She was there to be with her husband, you see,
That wonderful man she loved.
She’d lost her best friend the week before,
She knew she couldn't take much more.
The light escaped from his warm eyes,
And with it her resistance died.
Her heart couldn't take such stress,
The strings detached,
She welcomed death.
“Come, my friend, it's time now,
They're gone, the both of them,
And we both know that where they go,
So it is that I must follow.”
They were buried next to each other,
She between her lifelong friend,
And her beloved husband.
The family mourned, all except for one.
A little girl of three years old,
Standing in the sun.
“Don't cry, mama,”
She told the woman’s granddaughter.
“They're all right there,
Can't you see them together?
They're holding hands,
Great grandma in the middle.
She looks so young, mama,
And all of them are smiling.
Don't cry, mama,
They don't want you to be sad.
They're together again, mama,
Won't you be happy instead?”