Para mi Abuela

Esto es un poema, quizás nació más como una canción, que esta sin terminar, para mi segunda madre, para mi abuela. Ella fue la quien me impulsaba a ser mejor. Hace dos años se fue de mi lado. Y no llegue a despedirme de ella.... Esta en inglés porque el tono en cuanto comencé a cantar, se asemejaba a la facilidad de cantarla en inglés.

Grandma, I miss you so much,
It pains me to think of you.
Grandma, I miss your smile,
also miss your singing.

Sorry if I have not come to say goodbye,
knew not warn me in time.
Do not blame you, it's just try,
understand how work time.

Who will tell me to lift me when I fall?
Who will remind me that not all over?
Who will tell me everything will be alright?
When you go you're gone with a part of me.

Dr. House was very wrong,
Lupus but do not defeat you,
you have just decided to get far.
Take care of my uncle, Grandma.

If you knew that you stop smoking,
if you knew that I knew to look
if you could tell me you're proud of me,
till you cry.

Who will tell me to lift me when I fall?
Who will remind me that I am not defeated?
Who will tell me everything will be alright?
When you go you're gone with a part of me.

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