At the edge,
You put our hearts when you took your long trip.
Patiently we've being waiting,
Ernestly we've being expecting.
...
Gentle rays of the luminous
Rest mild on my face.
The god cupid's supple grace
embraces me sure continuous.
...
Sometimes I wish I was born,
born on a thursday.
But I knew I was on a worse day.
Never mind my judgement, I'm born
...
My heart left to die in cold blood.
My soft-spots eaten up by the acidity of
emotions.
Sweet, fair and pure were my notions,
...
Welcome Home Grandma.
At the edge,
You put our hearts when you took your long trip.
Patiently we've being waiting,
Ernestly we've being expecting.
Our root's soil,
Our stem's loam.
In you our base was based.
And from you the spring of which we are sprang.
With the love you've shown us,
we need not ask what care you gave our root.
You must have spoilt him with love,
and lavished your every sweetness on him.
After a long long stay from our sights,
your branches are dancing with the wind.
The wind of your return.
Sweet Grandma,
You're welcome home!