In Memories We Are Not Apart

In Memories We Are Not Apart

She was beautiful, she was kind, she was also legally blind,
But you would never know it because she was sound in mind.
There were times when she cried, when she laughed,and when she smiled,
This woman was in a wheel chair, but as a friend with you would walk a while.

Her hair was gray, to God she often prayed, always had something nice to say,
And she would listen to your troubles anywhere, or any time of every day.
In heart she was rich, never pretended to be a Grinch, for 35 years was hitched,
Yet she would hold your hand gently as she led you safely across your bridge.

Maria loved to walk in the rain, lived an adult life in pain, and didn’t die in vain,
Because she educated many children to be good and their names to not stain.
Juanita was her middle name, from good parents came, treated all the same,
Yet from her wheelchair she was competitive as she was true to her game.

Janie she went by, on my shoulder she would cry, the pain she asked God why,
Then one week before Mother’s Day I had to kiss her forever Good-bye.
Called her sweetheart, loved her from the start, was my hero and she was smart,
She is now gone and I know the pain is gone and in memories we are not apart.

Copyright © Oscarelizondo Thursday December 24, 2009 6:28 PM

In Memories We Are Not Apart

oscarelizondo

Harlingen, United States

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