No one can replace the hand that rocks the cradle.
A solid foundation on which
The rest of the world stands,
And makes me so able.
Your way of love 
Was unique and rare
Your language of love,
A soft smile while serving
Amazing food with care.
If I’m like you,
I’m proud to a such be..
Yours in each life
You as my Amma, my Mummy
Gone too soon,
Mrs. C.V. Ammini Warrior
4th August 1998
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