tight and tighter, as I did
with each step at the kindergarten…
Her soft strong hands,
that taught me,
how to carry my newborn…
The hands that penned
a thousand stories,
cooked her heart on a plate...
Those that crafted
my most loved satin bows
on pretty frocks with lace.
With the same finesse,
they smashed the shuttlecock,
and snipped up
funky haircuts at home!
“Is there anything you cannot do!”
I asked, as she turned
even the wildest twigs and leaves
into pieces of art.
Sowing seeds of creativity
on our budding canvas,
our Mother, the Flower Lady
wove in strength, grace and beauty…
Abloom from within,
her soul has flown
back to her flowers...
Forever in our hearts, Aie,(Dearest Mother) : 26 January 1957 - 24 March 2021
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