I found this poem in some of Mother’s papers she gave me at one time or another.
Imagine giving me a good tight hug.
Then imagine releasing me into the arm of Jesus.
He’s smiling, I’m smiling, you’re smiling.
Imagine this every morning
It’s a good exercise.
In loving memory of Ramona Veronica Enriquez
March 8, 1930 – June 22, 2016