Never far from our thoughts…

Time is on a continuous linear march as I sigh,
Hard to believe five years gone, without you nearby;

Your voice and laughter as yet ring in my ear,
It seems so long ago, yet so very near!

Child, your own needed your precious presence,
Why were you chosen to be taken, our essence?

The family lost a daughter, a sister, a loving chikki, a dear wife,
We are not yet done with the whys, stoically moving on in life!

Over the years, we had shared, done many things and cared,
Slowly turning into my support you were, but God seemed to need you there!

He gave you to me then, but now I know, as a redeemable gift,
Ultimately as His right, you, my Goldie, nonchalantly did He lift!

— Sandhya Vasudev