I
At night, after electricity was turned off,
I used to watch her, make crepe roses
With a single candle illuminating the room.
Quietly she fashioned beautiful flowers
From nothing but flat crepe of red, pink,
White, velvet, and yellow.
All to celebrate the "Day of the Dead".
II
The day Lita became very ill, my name was on her lips,
She called me 'til her breath wes taken away,
And she was kissed by moonlight.
Across the mountains,
Thunder and lightning announced her departure.
Under the rain, I cried,
Hearing her soft voice amid bitter winds.
She called my name for the last time...
Calmness filled my soul.
Grandma, I love you...
