In loving memory of Pasqualita Maez, May 1, 1915 — April 6, 2011.
God saw you were getting tired,
And a cure was not to be.
So he put His hands around you,
And whispered, “Come to me.”
With tearful eyes I watched you
Suffer, and saw you fade away.
Although I loved you dearly,
I could not make you stay.
A golden heart stopped beating,
Working hands were put to rest.
God broke my heart to prove to me,
He only takes the best.
Con Todo Carino, Su Hija, Violet Maez