The grey color of your hair was the veil of wisdom and the crown
that was carrying your smile, in those eyes that shined with eternal
fire was the love you shared until the day when your soul decided to take
its rightful place among the ever-vibrant stars in the heavens.
In the irises of your grandchildren, I see your reflection and I feel
the perfume of your personality, that is also present in the memory
we carry today, Lady Grey received her angel wings a long time ago
on earth, and now in the painful hurting of your departure, you
are like the candle that will always burn and warm our souls,
the fragile dear little woman with grey hair was a monumental
lady that enchanted every heart she met and could soften
every tear from the ones she crossed their paths.
The color grey is like a see-through curtain where you kept
your stories, pain, and laughter in a treasure chest for any
one to discover, you are now in peace over the arch of
the rainbow, no more pain, and with every ray of sunshine
we can feel your smile upon those who walked next to
you at one time, and are now praying in solitude for you.
Lady Grey I wish you never had to go away.
Sumalangit ka nawa.
