Bajo el peso del sol, ella avanza valiente,
con manos cansadas, pero firme en sus pasos,
humildad en su rostro, su amor es potente,
cada día fue un reto, cada noche, un abrazo.
Con manos de historia y ojos de cielo,
me tejiste mil cuentos, de suaves anhelos.
En la cocina vivías, haciendo alquimia,
buscando educar, a esta pobre alma mía.
Esa infancia a tu lado, me detiene en el tiempo,
mis papilas con ansias, mis sentidos atentos.
La fiesta, la bulla, los bailes y la familia,
las risas resuenan, recordando alegrías,
en su hogar bullicioso, florecen historias,
creando memorias, lecciones de vida.
Con los años la carga, se siente pesada,
pero su corazón aguerrido, fortaleza sagrada.
Criar sola es amor, es fuerza y es vida,
es el brillo radiante de una estrella encendida.
Aunque el tiempo pase, y sus pasos se frenen,
Aunque en tus ojos, ¡Yo!, ya no me refleje,
Aunque dejes ese hábito que tanto te gusta,
Ver a tus nietos comer sano, tu legado perdura.
Por siempre mi santa, tu amor nos guía,
En el mes morado, compartiste tu sabiduría.
Que importante fue, tu papel en mi historia,
me enseñaste a luchar, a servir, con humildad,
cocinar, lavar, planchar, tejer, podar y sembrar
tratar a las mujeres ¡cómo se debe!
y amar, más que nunca, a mi propia familia.
Gracias abuela.
Under the weight of the sun, she bravely advances.
Her hands are tired, but her steps are firm.
There is humility in her face. Her love is power.
Every day was a challenge, every night, a hug.
With hands of history and eyes of heaven,
you wove me thousand stories, of gentle longings.
You lived In the kitchen, doing alchemy,
seeking to educate, this kid with your magic.
That childhood at your side, stops me in time,
my senses attentive with anxiety.
The party. The noise. The dances and the family.
The laughter resonates, remembering happiness.
In her bustling home, stories flourish.
They create memories, awesome stories.
With the years the burden feels heavy,
but her brave heart, sacred strength.
Raising alone is love, is strength and is life,
is the radiant glow of a shining star.
Even if time passes and your steps slow down.
Even if I no longer see myself in your eyes.
Even if you give up that habit you like so much,
Seeing your grandchild eat healthy. Your legacy's alive.
Forever my saint, your love guides us,
In the purple month, you wisdom never give up.
How important your role was in my story.
You taught me to fight. You taught me to live with glory.
You taught me to cook, to wash, to iron, to knit, to prune and to sow.
You taught me to treat women as should be done.
And you taught me to love, more than ever, my own family.
Thank you, grandma.
Thank you, forever.
