This is a Good night to you Lucia,

I could not let you go when you left this world.

The fierce little lady you were it was just to soon to let you slip into your cocoon as you crossed over.

I knew you were turning into the beautiful butter fly you were when you were so young and you came here barely more than a child bride. I will look for you in my garden and continue to sing your name.

Pass you hands over mine Sweet Abuela as they tend flowers with our dear Maria.

We will dream of you for many moons to come.