Elegy to a Laudable Woman


The misty morning was claiming its dramatic and deadly grief
Amid my slumber it pierced a sharp, shrilling and pinching ring 
When I encountered merrily my mother´s soft voice as a gift
Then abruptly my blissful morning was gone away crinkling
A deep ire and wrath aroused and soon were to fill up my heart
The soft nurturing and showy tears did not arrived to soothe me
She had gone and I felt empty, void and sunken inside and hard 
To understand I was amazed, bewildered, overwhelmed and angered
And barking grief-stricken I moaned and retorted God like Hecuba
The last and fragrant breath of my departed and beloved family kin
She was a darling, genuine and authentic mother but chaste and childless
The guardian angel and exemplary model for her female descendants
For her family, she was the most beautiful landlady and hostess devoted 
Her candor, kindness, loyalty, pure and generous feminine excellence 
Were so lofty when those kept her far distant, elevated and disdainful
From the common, base, vulgar folk and men coarse, bawdy and depraved
She was an Andalusian goddess, the beautiful angel guardian of Coronilla
Descendants, the virgin stepmother in a our present ordinary filthy world
Her generous, pious and delicate nature in all her goodness and fine merits,
Suit no one currently except her own decent, just and equitable forefathers
Full of grace and virtue was her daily life in the town through her charm,
Comeliness, elegance and wisdom into our life she brought us to be inspired.
Her delicacy and glamour held her with her mother and siblings enthralled
For us and among us always much cherished and revered for ever she dwelt
I will perpetually praise her relentlessly and feel compulsively mesmerized
By her fidelity and her immaculate virtues for ever repute my ancestors´glory.

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