Composed this as a tribute to our mother. Her life was very much like a good book that you can’t put down and yet you don’t want to end either–hence this poem. This was penned when she passed away on the 9th February 2003. She was 65 years old and this is the story of her life.
“Footfalls echo in the memory
down the passage we did not take
towards the door we never opened
into the rose garden.”