September 17, 1930 ~ June 1, 2011
Mi Abuela Linda
By Alisa Couce
She is in pain, and she hurts
She suffers most of the times that I visit her.
She is always glad to see me and my siblings,
She tells us so with a kiss and a kind look in her eyes,
Which warms one up inside.
She misses her family in Cuba and says so too
She cries about it and the loss of her husband,
Who has already passed along to a better place, Heaven.
She always has a twinkle in her eyes,
And some mischief to go along with it.
She is and was always a beauty to look upon.
Whenever she slept, she seemed to have peace about her.
She wasn't afraid to die because she knew where she was going,
At the end of her life, she is going and did go to a happier place,
Where there is no more pain and suffering and hurt,
Where tears of sorrow are never seen, but only tears of joy.
She is and was happy about her decision,
Of where she is going and did go, at the end of her beautiful life.
Where she saw the Maker of heaven and earth,
Who formed her in her mother's womb, and gave her the breath of life,
Which has touched the lives of all who knew her.
She was a joy to be around, in times of happiness and hurt.
She always was ready with a good story about her childhood,
And never forgot to pray for those who have none.
She always liked her hair long,
Yet didn't complain much when she didn't get it her way.
She usually said she was feeling fine,
And when she wasn't she always had a smile and said: "Estoy bien con J."
I can't wait to see her again, yet I will have to be patient to do so.
She touched so many people, that those many mourned her when she went.
In heart I am happy, because I know that I will see her again, someday soon.
Although I miss her, I know she is in a better place.
And when I get there, someday, we will be together forever and ever,
In the presence of the One who made us both in His image.
Who knit us in our mother's womb,
And breathed the breath of life into us both.
Te quiero mucho mi Abuela linda, y te voy a estrañar mucho. Yo sé que estás en el cielo con Jesús, y que el te va a cuidar hasta que yo venga. Te voy a ver un día cuando yo me muera, y cuando te vea, vamos a bailar y correr por todos los lados juntas.
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