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An Ode to the Matriarch
She endured many hardships She taught me my faith
like I’ve never seen, And explained every sculpture,
But she battled right through She taught us our history
like a Pandya Queen, A connection to culture,
She escaped from her homeland I’ll pass on these lessons
For her family’s need, Our roots won’t subside,
Here’s an ode to the lady You taught them to us
who taught me to read. And instilled in us pride.
She graced this earth Her jokes were concise
As an ebony teen, And quite spontaneous,
But she left this world A scrabble champion
As an ivory Queen, A literary genius,
But despite her struggles From these traits we witnessed
And her fading complexion, Her competitive edge,
Her roots remained deep I’ll strive to win too
Just like her affection. To you that I pledge.
We played shadow puppets Your days were long,
In the dark, But ended too soon
We fed the ducks God’s gift of your presence,
In Burwood park, Was truly a boon
Our walks in Strathfield I miss you already
Were so fun, But your pain will now cease,
Holiday memories You’ve given so much
Full of sun. Now rest in peace.
by grandson, Brannavan
Late Mrs. Tilakavati Mylvaganam 16
