Goodbye Dear Grandmother Poem by rosalinda flores martinez

When I was younger, I thought you would never die

I thought you were an immortal

You were wonderfully healthy

You were morally good

You were a virtuous woman, always in the mood.

Once I asked you, “Why do people work? ”

And then you answered, “Because to live is to work! ”

Then I said, “Life is tough, we need to stop and rest.”

“No! ” She told me, “Life is beautiful; it is a test.”

And now you lay down

Destined for a peaceful town

“To live is to work… To die is to rest.”

Goodbye Grandmother,

Goodbye for now.