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.