A bouquet of six roses
Five white and a red she requested
Lyla is beautiful night in Arabic
She was my mother and forever
Born in Guyana to a Hindu father,
A Catholic mother
Married a Muslim; her children Muslims
Her life was a testament to Faith regardless
A funeral where Janaza was an essential
Roses; poems and eulogy joined in celebration
A song from a Hindu and Amazing Grace from her cousins
A family of Interfaith felt satisfied at her grand finale
Oh how she loved a party!
That quintessential smile always
My mother nurtured love singlehandedly
Her mantra: Love begets love!