Reflections

Mama!
Though you sleep in Divine care,
Your repose is but eternity’s prelude.
Your mortal form discarded and yet you live !

Countless seeds you planted with each act of selfless care.
Your spirit’s garden does  flower indeed!
As do we four,  who guard your legacy in communion with your very soul.

We are the mirrors who hold your image captive,
in every deed, every breath, every beat of our hearts,
You live on!
And in our reflections, your visage casts love’s beauty.
That is our pride and our holy prayer.