Grandma

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.