quarta-feira, novembro 10, 2004

A minha velhota

Nasceu há 80 anos.
Lembro-me dela todos os dias.

Diane Reeves

Silver gray hair neatly combed in place
There were four generations of love on her face
She was so wise, no surprise passed her eyes
She's seen it all
She said all the things you ask
You will know someday
But you have got to live in a patient way
God put us here by fate
And by fate that means better days
Later that year at the turn of spring
Heaven sent angels down and gave Grandma her wings
Now, she's flyin', and slidin', and glidin'
In better days