then followed by our  family  and friends.

We murmur words  the living comprehends

then  blow  you  tearful  kisses,  wave   a  wave.

The  wreaths in piles  with hues which rant and rave

 the graveyard;  rite of  dignity it lends.

You'd be  without the air, asleep  transcends

in  resting tomb  forever closed. Be brave!

As dormant day retreats  with fading  light ,

dry   petals dance atop the  unswept stone

 as summer's green  becomes pale   winter's   white

through  many sunsets, ashes of  time  moan

we'll  feel   the sorrow   of your vanished sight.

Farewell  mama,  we'll    miss you  till life's  done!

~Agatha Lai~
(05.06.04)

In loving memory of my mother who passed away on 28th May, 2004, sadly missed by the family and me.