Your beautiful, angelic smile
Your kind eyes
Your warm touch
Your gentle voice
Christmas days
The joys I once knew
Were spent
with you.
Your jokes
Your reassuring look
Your laughter
Your advice
Your love
I'll always treasure
Always remember
with fondness
For you were someone
standing at the alter
I'm forever grateful
You are my Godmother.
For there
Aint noone
like you,
like my Ninang Dada.
The tears
I now cry
are only for you
Rest In Peace, Dada.
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