Birds are flying while I cry
That day that you died
You were my inspiration,
You were my Grandpa
In your arms and
On your shoulders,
When I remember
I was a little girl
When you carried me
And that’s why I write
This poem to remember you
For the rest of my life and all
Five of your children and for you to rest in
Peace dreaming about your pretty wife
Forever and ever
That’s why you are my Abuelito Panchito.
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