Paradise at mom's feet

My mother, alas, is now no more

She has surely entered Heaven’s door

But what she left for us behind

Will always remain in my mind

Our head, she said, should be held high

That is possible, if you don’t lie..

Our eyes should see the good in others

And treat them all, as if, our brothers

Our ears should not listen to rumour

But listen to stories that pass on humour

Our lips should always turn up in a smile

This will carry us mile after mile

Use the tongue to tell the truth

This will always bear good fruit

Shoulders should be used to be leaned on

Be it night, or be it morn

Hands to help, and hands to hold

Exuding warmth, and in prayers, fold

Heart to love, and to care

And always, compassion, to bear and share

Feet should always walk

On the straight and narrow path

That was the message

That would set us apart

Be at peace, Mother

You are like no other

We would, always, in you, confide

You were our source of strength and pride

Your soul hovers around us still

You never complained, even when ill;

It gives us comfort when we are sad

And reminds us of the good times, we had

Heaven lies at Mother’s feet, it’s said

So even though the heart is heavy as lead

I pray, that you will continue to be there

In spirit, our whole life, to share