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Feb 2013
A soft spoken lady she was not
Neither timid nor fragile
Alone she tarried with six girls in tow
She set up home while around her was gloom

With boldness and courage, she always moved forward
Head always held high with dignity and pride
She raised her daughters much like soldiers in the army
Some fell through the crack but back to her fold, they always hurried

She was never sweet or smiled too much
It was not for lack of love but more of a disciplined lifestyle
She however mellowed once her first grandchild arrived
Loving became easier and perhaps she learnt how to smile

She taught us to work hard and stick to a schedule
If you want to do something, do it to completion
Cleanliness was next to godliness or so she reminded us
Her hands were always busy minding the flowers or some vegetables

I do not miss her like how I used to miss her
It seems these days she’s always near when I need her
Her life has been rich with children, grandchildren and great grandchildren
She may be gone but she left a legacy for generations to come!
In memory of my Patima (grandma) – it’s been two years since she’s moved on.
shaqila
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