Tuesday, October 5, 2010


It’s time to make a joyful noise,
In praise of God our Maker,
Drawing near the Throne of grace,
Thanking our Creator.
For the precious gift that He,
Bestowed on us a while,
By giving us this treasure,
In the land of our exile.

Everyday since she’s been gone,
We’ve felt the pain of loss,
Together we have helped each other,
Share and bear the cross.
Although we weep in secret,
Our gratitude is strong,
For the treasury of memories,
We will reverence life long.

Leaving a living legacy,
In her daughter’s dimpled smiles,
Her impish sense of fun is seen,
In her firstborn child.
The youngest of her girls displays,
Her grit and fortitude,
And we can trace her warmth and charm,
In her son’s attitude.

Let’s praise the Lord together,
For the love and laughter shared,
For the memories we treasure,
That will ease the years ahead.
We’ll speak of her with gladness,
Though tears may mist our eyes,
Thanking God we’ll meet again,
After this short goodbye.

Myra D’Souza / 3rd October 2010


  1. MYRA,
    that was such a beautiful way of "PRAISING GOD FOR HER" in remembering her in her children! We praise God for her children too....each one!

  2. Beautiful poem Myra, I love it, especially stanza three.lovely!!

  3. Had to redo my makeup!

    Simply beautiful!

    Like Belle - loved the 3rd verse!

  4. Very beautiful Myra thank you!
    Mira D'Souza- New Zealand


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Was born in Mumbai.  Studied in St. Michael's Convent in Karwar.  Went to Wadia College in Pune. Did a Secretarial course in Mumbai at Nirmala Niketan and at Burnleys Institute. Came to Kuwait at 21 years of age, and still  here.  Married with 3 wonderful children a girl and two boys and a great husband.