What is this, who lies here quietly?
Many people whom love her are here, because of her
But she lays here without a single breath left
A deep sleep, I guess,
But why in a box instead of a bed?
They say you'll never see her again...
Oh! Was that a breath?...
No, it was a blinking of my eye.
It seems so comfortable in this oak box
Why can't she feel it?
Sir, why are you crying?
For Whom you are crying to
is and will always be in your heart
through anything and everything you do...
Bye Grandma...
