To the dazzling smile with regards

As the river always flows...to revive, to flourish and to give a glimpse of life
As the sun shines and never hides to enlighten to shade a light yet to end a despite
As the father cares, engulfs his little child and stays awake to guard his sweetheart
all in all.. she is the source of all

The river, the sun, and the kind dad
Nothing compared to her soul
Words can't go on anymore

The pen will dry to write, to count, and rapidly will stop for a moment
It needs an artist to draw a monumental painting
A novelist to scatter forever his greatest piece of work
Or something more ....hard to explore

She is always there standstill....on her brownish bed....whispering and supplicating God by his greatest names.. To give her the splendid power....To be the spring of love for all her dear grandchildren and no doubt to witness their unforgettable moments in her life,and shed tears of happiness

luv ya grandma