And the meek shall Inherit

Sunday, April 30, 2006

For Nita.....Wherever you may choose to go

With her warmth, love, compassion and generous heart

She engulfs everyone who gets to know her

She reaches out to those who need

And stands up for the people she loves

Not one, is oblivious to her giving deeds

During good times, she’s close to celebrate

And closer when times are hard

Knowing Nita one can never lose

She’s all heart, tis much is true

So I presume, would have said the bard

With the guys, she’s one of the boys

And with the women, she holds court

Clearly loved dearly by all

And miss her, we shall severely

Her friendship, help, passion for life and support

She listens to all with a patient ear

Offers comfort, solace and words to allay fear

A friend, counselor, home doctor and advisor is she

For advice, ‘Don’t worry ya, It’ll be OK ya’ she asserts

And deep down you somehow know

Things will turn out OK and that right is she

All those years of good times, that we’ve shared

At countless mirthless jokes we’ve laughed

Shots of tequila and lime we’ve downed

While most others, upon it frowned

You’ve fed us, counseled us and helped us care

For our sonny boy, Sidharth, love you’d spare

With Vinod and the kids, as you set sail to the motherland

And we see you guys off, with bajja and band

We wish you the very best that life’s got to give

Be happy, be healthy and you’re already wise

Stay well, be good, we’ll miss you the most, oh dost

But most of all we’ll miss hearing, ever so often

That comforting, ‘Don’t worry ya. It’ll be Ok, ya’ over the phone

Thanks Nita, for Everything.

Seema, Sourin and Sidharth