Dear Mum...

We miss you very much and dad; The thought of you both makes us sad; The present days are truly bad; We cannot do the things, you had. The way things happen makes all mad; Your love and care kept us so glad; Those days were great when lass and lad; Joy comes not from a money’s-wad. Nevertheless, we must live on; Less hope springs in hearts every morn; More babies are unborn than born; Almighty’s heart looks hurt and torn. Rare is a good matrimony; Bad things stem from excess money; The mobile world appears funny; Just prayers maintain harmony. Less wealth had given immense joy; Our words comfort not but annoy; Childhood was good without a toy; Oh, how I wish I were a boy! God, give us strength of heart and will! God ne’er forsake when we turn ill; We pots of clay must always fill With grace, until we reach God’s Hill! So ‘Rest in peace, ’ ye mighty souls; You did so well your earthly roles; Your love had reached even the poles; You gave us Christ and lovely goals! “In loving memory of dear mum and dad” (Late) Mr. A.T. Antoniswami and Mrs. Stella Antoniswami Copyright by Dr John Celes 14-04-11