You sprung up a gentle flower
In a land now far away
Sun and wind and rain would fall
As you grew day by day
You weathered storms and troubled times
Afflictions may have harmed you
But by God’s grace and fervent prayers
Brought this gentle flower through
You brought joy to those around you
Your family that was your garden
We were part of that family
You treated us as your children
You touched the young, you touched the old
With tender hands so caring
We remember how you spent your time
With anxious heart so loving
Parents trusted you with their kids
Who came each day so willing
Lola in her old age
Called out for you so trusting
But in time this tender flower
Could not keep her radiance
Crippling illness did you suffer
You prayed to God in silence
Little comfort we could only bring
As this tender flower withered
Prayers to God and Mother Mary
Angels we hope delivered
Tita you are now at rest
But we will always remember
How you cared for us
How you thought of us
In Heaven may you rest
Your final garden
God’s gentle flower
