My sweet grandmother
Felipa, to me, Momo
She is eighty-nine
Momo smiles and laughs
Makes silly faces and drums
“Have you eaten yet?”
I enter her room
This is not the house I know
The bed is so low
Momo in her chair
She is always sleeping now
I hope peaceful dreams
She opens her eyes
I beam and hug her hello
She still takes to me
I cling to my joy
Push away the heavy tears
Enjoy this moment
I may not remain
In Momo’s sweet memory
But she is in mine
She lives in my heart
And there, she will always stay
My precious Momo
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