Our cornerstone has fallen
Now who’ll be calling
For us to converge
To our central point
Of discussions and peps
Over a tangy table
The caring stone is gone
To a locus of no return
She leaves behind relations
She moulded and nurtured
Family and friends really miss
Her wisdom, charm and compass
Our rock has perished
Family strength’s now perish
Her savoury chows we miss
Amiss is life without her
We need to converge again
And pick up mother’s baton
