• +melissa consuelo valenzuela+

    Two smiling eyes are sleeping.
    Two busy hands are still.
    The one we love deeply
    is resting at gods will.
    May she always walk in sunshine,
    Gods love around her glow;
    for all the happiness she gave us,
    only a few will ever know
    it broke our hearts to lose her,
    but she did not go alone;
    for part of us went with her
    the day god called her home sad