Ana
Mom, Mommy, Bean, Tia Ana,
Grandma Ana.
Tiny yet mighty, feisty and fearless, your beautiful smile,
Your thoughtful gifts on a shoe-string budget.
Your special occasion cards with home-made book markers
Signed with tender words and blessings.
Your Hobbit-House apartment filled with magical corners of
Crafts and costumes, puzzles, finger paints and play-dough, hand-picked books, a swirly Globe and stars & planets
Carefully taped.
Your silk red and pale pink roses & butterflies with gossamer wings.
Row upon row of custom decorated frames of beloved nieces & nephews, your children, Grandchildren and their children, all proudly displayed for all to see.
Every part of your small space, lovingly curated
To hold memories and treasures.
We’ll remember you dancing Salsa to the
Strains of Marc Anthony on your vintage stereo.
Of eating your famous red beans and rice with
Your finger-licking good garlic drumsticks,
Savory chicken soup, and pink cupcakes. Your
Romance novels, health books & travel guides.
Your homeopathic remedies, and Melaleuca,
And your coral stained kisses on sometimes
Reluctant cheeks.
Mom you were not all light,
There was darkness too.
But you always had a child-like faith
In your God,
That comforted you in the still of the night
And made you press on despite it all.
Mom, we thought we had more time with you,
You were taken too soon.
We thought you would live till ninety
Like the women in our family often do.
But death has no time-line, no rhyme or reason,
It's random and cruel.
But we won’t forget your love of justice,
And choosing the right,
Your love of two countries,
Your love of seeking truth & knowledge. Your romantic, rose-colored outlook on life,
And your unwavering love, devotion, and loyalty to your family, whether near or far, deserved Or not.
You are in and around us.
We honor you this day and every day.
You are and always will be forever etched
in our hearts.
Our eternal rose.
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