Maribel

(Verse 1)
A gentle mind,
Beginning to stray,
Her fading memories,
Drifting away,
Her bright blue eyes,
So full of light,
A soft, quiet curtain,
Pulled her out of the light.
(Chorus)
Oh, Maribel,
your eyes are like glass,
The fog has lifted,
at last, you can pass.
You felt my love,
a warm, soft embrace,
Now truly remembered,
a timeless grace!
(Verse 2)
She was my grandma,
she always did seem,
More like a mother,
a cherished dream.
I'd visit, I'd hold her,
and whisper of old times,
when I was younger,
with her in her prime.
(Bridge)
I'd talk of my childhood,
in hopes she might find
A piece of the grandson
she'd left behind.
I'd whisper,
"It's me, Your favorite one,"
And her face would light up,
just like the sun.
She’d reach for my cheek
with that usual reply,
"¡Ay, que guapo mi niño!"
a gleam in her eye.
But one day the usual reply never came,
Just a silence...
She couldn't remember my name.
(Chorus)
Oh, Maribel,
your eyes are like glass,
The fog has lifted,
at last, you can pass.
You felt our love,
a warm, soft embrace,
Now truly remembered,
a timeless grace!
(Verse 3)
On March, twenty-seven,
twenty-twenty-three,
The telephone rang,
a solemn decree.
She'd found her deep peace,
like dawn's softest sleep,
No more shadows to bind her,
while quiet angels keep.
(Outro)
No more forgotten,
no longer unknown,
In that gentle embrace,
she's finally home.
Oh Maribel, you're finally home