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Grandma Got Her Wings
By Adalberto E. Ruiz
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Grandma got her wings.
She may have left this life in pain, but she will forever rest in peace with the Lord our king.
For all the tears of sorrow that we shed, the angels in heaven cant help but sing, because Grandma got her wings.
Concepcion never knew the easy road, didn't own many material things.
But she lived and she loved, and to the glory of God, a smile is what she brings.
Upon feathers pure white that sparkle in the sun, our mother has been escorted to heavens gate, her eternal life has already begun.
Concepcion lived the meaning of her name, gave fifteen children for the world to claim. Without her, our lives will never be the same.
My mothers mother was a gift that gave her self to you.
She belongs in heaven, but she lives in our hearts, she holds us with our childrens hands.
Grandpa couldnt wait, he visited her in dreams. He was waiting at the gates, to hold in his arms, his wife and soul mate.
To watch over us from above, now the whole world can feel her love. Because Grandma got her wings.
La Conquista
La vida es una conquista para ganar.
Sabes la verdad que existe en tu corazon,
pero no la quieres escuchar.
Tienes talento,
pero no lo quieres aceptar.
Tienes calidades especiales,
pero no les quieren abrasar.
Puedes viajar como una mariposa monarcha,
pero desde tu punto de vista, dices que tus alas no pueden ahuantar.
Eres capaz de hacerse artista,
pero negas de comprender que tu mano se puede dibujar cualquier imágen que tu mente se puede retratar.
Detrás de tus ojos, existen paisajes desconocidos,
pero no conoces la combinacion cerebral,
para obtener acceso al hemisferio izquierdo de tu persona.
Mereces la oportunidad,
pero estas inseguro de tu potencial.
Eres suficient fuerte para durar,
pero tienes dudas sobre los resultados de la pelea.
Puedes escribir como un poeta,
pero no confias en la profundidad de la tinta.
Tienes palabras en tu boca,
pero no los quieren expresar.
Tus velas estan llenas de viento,
pero no quieres subir la ancla para liberar tu creatividad porque no estas familiarizado con los dimensiones de tu perspicacia.
En tus suenos, haz alcanzado la orilla,
pero sin pasion, nunca vas a poder de disfrutar la realizacion de tu conquista.
Purpose
Stranded, sometimes I feel stranded.
Like I was traveling for months, my boat nearly sunk but somehow I landed.
A lone survivor.
If I told you what Ive been through, I might be called a dreamer.
Some of my experiences might be hard to relate. Many of my words could fill you with love, others with hate. A few of my questions might have come too early,
others too late.
My personal philosophies could lead to debate, but all of these are realities, which my inspiration compells me to translate into the poetry I create.
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