Her Beauty Radiated,
In her love as she nurtured me
In her discipline as she moulded me
In her patience as she let me be
In her impatience as she knew I could be better
In her precision as she created
In her focus as she prayed
In her grace and spontaneity as lived each day
In her joy she saw and evoked
In her compassion as she cared
In her knowledge she shared
In her passion as she worked
In her anger as she tried to right the wrong
In her sorrow as she hurt
In her tears as she felt and affirmed
In her generosity as she gave
In everything she did,
In how she lived
In who she was, is and forever lives
True to her name Shashi.
What beauty out of your love and sorrow. Thank you for sharing this. - Bill
My Dear Mukta, what a lovely poem for your dear mom! May she rest in peace and may your own life as a mother be blessed in all ways. Love, Suzanne