A Macerated Heart Poem by chandra thiagarajan

A macerated heart
Bulging with gratitude,
Quivering to mirror
A slice of its magnitude,

Offers this flower of poesy,
With respects, at your feet;
Plucked from a heart
That glows with reverence' heat.

Not even a fraction small,
Are the words "Thank You",
Enough to show the feelings
That are veiled from view.

Trailing my mind's eye,
O'er the last twelve leaves
Of Providence' golden book,
My heart with pride heaves—

At your lofty heart,
That matches your princely form;
At your exhilarating mind,
That adds to your charm—

At your loving heart,
That abounds in generosity;
At your glowing selflessness,
That towers with magnanimity—

At your considerate mind,
That is charged with capability;
At your sympathetic heart,
That is brimming with nobility!

Incidents too many, many,
Not one nor two, but countless;
Have in our hearts carved a niche,
And endeared you to us!

But crown of all,
Was your service sincere;
With which you attended Mummy,
In her last days, down here;

And the warm affection,
Which you o'er her poured;
Can find no parallel
In this entire world.

With a ripe ballooned heart,
With tender emotions soaked;
Before you prostrate I,
And cry, till am choked.

Thank you, Uncle, thank you,
So very much, I thank you;
From the very core of my heart
Thank I, and still am ever due.

May the Lord God
Enshroud you by His Grace;
And draw under His Wing,
All the four of you and Embrace.