This day, you passed away to world of dead,
And seven years have sped off upon earth;
So lucky you were never ridden-bed;
God blessed your pot of clay from birth, with mirth!
Oh, what a glorious example you turned
At home and family, and to world at large!
From early age, the mid-night oil, you burned;
You had not failed your duties to discharge.
You showered human love of peak display;
You prayed and smiled each moment 'midst you chores;
You slogged so endlessly by night and day;
All life, God opened many joyful doors!
You were a living angel 'yond compare,
And rose to be a Star of love and care!
‘May you soul R.I.P. in Lord Jesus Christ's embrace! '
Most lovingly dedicated to (late) Mrs. Stella Thangamarie Antoniswami, Red-fields, CBE
Copyright by Dr John Celes 27-04-2017
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very nice poem. Although it has too many lines to be a sonnet, it is still very pleasing. This picture of your mother reminds me a lot of my own mother. Thanks for sharing.