Sharada Amma

 *Sharada Amma*


I knew this feisty lady 

With a crop of silver hair

Merry twinkling eyes had she

Left laughter in the air


Oh what a life she lived

Her stories are legend

A true fighter she was

Right until the very end


All of life’s vicissitudes 

She powered her way through

Standing tall, Though in stature small,

She lived a life so true


Alone she was for many years

Doing what she willed

Strong of spirit, knew her mind

A joyous life she lived


Travel to places near and far

To her a lot of joy did bring

On the road, in her car, 

Is what made her heart sing


A love for reading she did have

Countless books did she devour

An interest in politics was another

Newspapers, end to end she did scour


Her personality so clever and bright

She brought onto the silver screen 

The stars also were enamoured

Such a character they had never seen


Generous to a fault was she

Ever ready to lend a hand

But live she did by her own rules

And what a life she had!


Everyone will miss her deeply

Her yen for life, her joie de vivre 

Her sweet mischievous smile,

Like her there will be no other.


Our dearest Sharadamma, 

Here’s wholeheartedly wishing you

Safe travels Into your next adventure 

A very fond adieu!

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