She returns to the valley
\nof her ancestors,
\nas a flower,
\nto the peace of her people.
\nAbu,
\nmother and grandmother.
\nA girl who stepped in the sea.
\nWho looked from the brightness
\nof her eyes,
\ninto the life before her.
\nNone who mourn her
\nwere there,
\nin the garden of her childhood,
\nangel of wishes and dreams.<\/p>\n
In her heart
\nshe found the jewels of her being.
\nThe gold of her children.
\nAll the lives started,
\ntransformed,
\ndeepened by her.
\nLet us honor this child
\nwho wandered the mountain,
\ngazed into the sky,
\nfelt rain on her face,
\nand in the sweetness of youth,
\nthe endurance of age,
\nwrote the song of her life,
\nmade beautiful with love.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
She returns to the valley of her ancestors, as a flower, to the peace of her people. Abu, mother and grandmother. A girl who stepped…<\/p>\n