Thursday, 27 August 2015

Poem on Lyla My Mother

A bouquet of six roses
Five white and a red she requested
Lyla is beautiful  night in Arabic
She was my mother and forever

Born in Guyana  to a Hindu father,
A Catholic mother
Married a Muslim; her children Muslims
Her life was a testament to Faith regardless

A funeral where Janaza was an essential
Roses;  poems and eulogy joined in celebration
A song from a Hindu and Amazing  Grace from her cousins
A family of Interfaith felt satisfied at her grand finale

Oh how she loved a party!
That quintessential  smile always
My mother nurtured love singlehandedly
Her mantra: Love begets love!