The Little Lady
Never ever lonely
Caring for orphaned children
Chinese, Malay, Indian.
A messenger of hope
Skills and courage to cope
Bearing inner light
Her children bask in delight.
A living Saint in our midst
Her sparkling eye, smile can’t resist
Exuding tranquility and peace
A balm to souls at unease.
A poetess in her right
Her poems a delight
Every aspect of life
Into happiness, sorrow, illness she dives.
All forms of the animate
Sounds, smells, sights of the inanimate
Nothing left out
All creation in gratitude shout.
It takes a special insight
To see the light
Thank you Mother dearest for this gift
Our lives all get a lift.
M.P.Prabhakar
17.12.2016
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