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Mom's Burial; Prose And Poetry

Updated on November 5, 2016
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Manatita is an esteemed author living in London, UK. He writes spiritual books, flash fiction and esoteric poetry, his favourite genre.

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It is quite natural to eulogise our near and dear ones. Still, my mother was an extremely self-giving woman. She served many a poor and downtrodden soul, and she was never known to leave any in want. She helped even the oppressed and all those that suffered injustice also. When my mother died, my brother did the shopping for the drinks. He was very inspired when a shopkeeper gave him a case of free drinks, and refused to take money for it. When asked why, he said that it was because when he came to the country of our birth, our mother was very kind to him.

My mom had a great funeral in a lovely casket. The church, grave and house were packed, and people came to pay their respect for days! The Prime Minister and his wife also came to the funeral.

I was born in the countryside in a cute little village called Hermitage, in the Parish of St. Patrick's, Grenada. Life was very simple and as free as a bird. I bathed in the rivers, played marbles in grandpa's and other backyards and was extremely happy. My mother was very poor. She got pregnant at 16 and so was forced to leave school and ultimately to find another home for herself and her young child-me. She took me to the city where I went to school and grew up but times were initially quite hard.

I have written a poem eulogising my mom and I also wrote a memoriam in her honour. This here is a more simple poem about the burial. Hope it inspires you.

At the feet of a burnt-out Palm tree,

Lies Mom's peaceful body, smiling; free.

Church and Cemetery prayers; songs,

Still stirring in my Soul:

'At the Feet of The Master I Sleep';

'The Lord is My shepherd', … some weep.

Just thirty metres away,

The mortal remains of Mom's husband,

Lies tranquil beneath the grass and earth.

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R.I.P., A new and boldly engraved Cross,

Is fixed into his grave.

Across Mother's own,

Lies strewn a myriad of 'majestic' flowers,

So fitting for such a dauntless; magnanimous Spirit.

Before that, a luminous-radiant-crested Casket,

Was laid into the ground;

A dignified 'physical', reposed in rest,

As the Soul seared on its way,

To Its Celestial Home.

It was then that the eloquent Sermon of the Priest,

And the charming voices of the many

Gathered here,

Reverberated in our Souls.

Adieu, Dear Mom, we'll meet again.

Your children's loving obeisance to the Supreme,

Will make it so.

You have filled us with pride divine,

And some day we'll meet again in Paradise.

--Manatita, 14th November, 2011.

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      manatita44 3 years ago from london

      Hi Dream On.

      Dreaming is the pioneer of infinitely greater things. Much gratitude to you for your kind contribution to my mom. I really appreciate this. Higher thoughts and blessings at this Christ-like time. Happy Christmas and a great 2014.

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      DREAM ON 3 years ago

      So beautiful and touching. Our parents do the best they can to teach us right from wrong and the lessons we need to give us a strong foundation so we to may learn, help, give and make the world a better place. Your mom is a great inspiration for others to follow. Thank you so much for sharing your deepest love mixed in emotional sadness. Wishing you strength and wisdom in the future.

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      manatita44 5 years ago from london

      Thanks Rajan,

      Wahe Guruji ka khalsa ....

      Read Eulogy to Mom and a couple of the others, too. Thanks for the compliment. Mom was very self-giving.

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      Rajan Singh Jolly 5 years ago from From Mumbai, presently in Jalandhar,INDIA.

      Beautiful tribute to your mom. Keep your faith strong, we all meet in His court.

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      g-girl11 5 years ago

      I am struck that you use the word "majestic" because that was how I was going to describe your poem "Eulogy"! I was also trying to think of an adjective that summed up the images I have of your mom, and it would be "dignified". (another word you use). Very powerful and such an honor for your mom.

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      Manatita 5 years ago

      Thank you.

      Grace led me to a man of God 30 years ago and by this same Grace of the Supreme, I have stayed in the Golden Boat and kept on sailing.

      Your articles are wholesome and always beautiful.

      "A sleepless-self-giver, is God's Victory-banner-carrier". -Sri Chinmoy.

      My prayer for you is that God grants you the capacity and receptivity to continue to serve His children: Mankind, according to His Will.

      I have sent some of your thoughts on purity to my loving daughter.

      Season's Greeting.

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      Dora Weithers 5 years ago from The Caribbean

      May the hope of meeting your mom again, comfort you; and may your life display the virtues she taught you. Keep the faith and lean on God for the strength to move on.