She’s still watching, can’t go misbehaving
Amongst the clouds, but eyes low hanging
“Don’t step on her grave! SHE MIGHT FEEL IT!
Quick get the duster, don’t want her to throw a fit.
Mom, we’re finally here, bought a ton of flowers
We knew you’d see us, that’s why we came, Mother
How’s Jesus y los santos? My sister up there too?
We miss your Rosca and of course you too.
Here are some flowers, Happy Mother’s Day Mami
Sorry for the smell, we just ate pastrami.”