Lydia Ortega Garcia

God looked around His garden

And found an empty place.

He then looked down upon the earth

And saw your tired face.

He put His arms around you

And lifted you to rest.

God's garden must be beautiful

He always takes the best.

He saw the road was getting rough

And the hills were hard to climb,

So He closed your weary eyelids

And whispered "Peace be thine."

Our beautiful Mother and Grandmother,

It broke our hearts to lose you,

But you didn't go alone,

For part of us went with you

The day God called you home.