An elder for the ages

An elder for the ages

A gurney holds our elder,

an elder for the ages.

Tonight was her night,

the night my grandfather came.

“It is time to go Manuela,

our children will be fine.”

As gentle as her touch,

she left this place.

Now on her way,

she is taken to her chariot.

Her children scream,

the walls echo their wails.

No me dejas mamasita,

momma do not leave me.

The wounded sob,

but pick up the pieces.

They know in time,

they will see her again.

An elder for the ages,

our elder Manuela.