Juana

July twenty-eighth, nineteen eighty-seven

A Tuesday night, eight forty-nine, my little piece of heaven

Six pounds and seven ounces of pure perfection

Juana, you've always been my heart's reflection

I remember you cheering, wearing the Blue

High school band playing, I was so proud of you

You never gave me trouble, always walked a gentle line

Even back then, I knew your light would shine

Now you're my caregiver, the angel in my room

Holding my hand through the Lupus and the gloom

Every doctor's appointment, you're right by my side

I look at the woman you are with so much pride

From my little girl to my saving grace

Juana, nobody could ever take your place

We spend our time riding, or shopping for a while

Snacking on the couch, just sharing a smile

Watching Martin Lawrence and Good Times on the screen

Amen and 227, the sweetest routine

Then you hit the books, put the scrubs on your frame

CNA to phlebotomist, making your own name

Drawing blood, showing care, with a spirit so bright

You make these heavy days feel a little more light

Now you're my caregiver, the angel in my room

Holding my hand through the Lupus and the gloom

Every doctor's appointment, you're right by my side

I look at the woman you are with so much pride

From my little girl to my saving grace

Juana, nobody could ever take your place

When the journey gets hard and the shadows creep in

You turn to the Book of Romans, where the promises begin

You hold onto the Word, keep the faith in your heart

And that's the very strength that sets you apart

Through the trials and the pain, we keep pushing through

I thank God every day that He gave me you

'Cause you're my caregiver, the angel in my room

Holding my hand through the Lupus and the gloom

Every doctor's appointment, you're right by my side

I look at the woman you are with so much pride

From my little girl to my saving grace

Juana, nobody could ever take your place