I remember every story, every tale, every yarn,
that you used to tell to my sister and I
every Sunday morning going to the church
I hope you know that I miss you so much.
I remember that evening when I said to you a lie
and when you figured it out I remind your laugh
You used to have a cold hand whenever I touched
but that night in hospital when I held it was very warm,
you was leaving but I didn't want to believe that.
Now you are with that person that you call god.
Before say goodbye I just tell you: you'll always be in my mind.
Well, time's up.. see you soon.. Grandma.
Modesto Ram. Ce.
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