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