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 "Saa-sa?" - 12th November, 2010 The answer to my phonecall Heard last in July I was dreading today since then Knowing that I wont be able To call you up and hear you say, "Saa-sa" And I get to sing 'Happy Birthday to you' And listen to you laugh In wonderment that I remembered And you had forgotten That today was your day We miss you in the everydayness of life But with time and especially today We celebrate you, And thank God For the years we had The tears still fall Always will But we know that Wherever time may take us We will always love you. Happy Birthday Chanjo!

Blessings on the hand of women!  Angels guard its strength and grace. In the palace, cottage, hovel,  Oh, no matter where the place; Would that never storms assailed it,  Rainbows ever gently curled,  For the hand that rocks the cradle  Is the hand that rules the world.  Infancy's the tender fountain,  Power may with beauty flow,  Mothers first to guide the streamlets,  From them souls unresting grow —  Grow on for the good or evil,  Sunshine streamed or evil hurled,  For the hand that rocks the cradle  Is the hand that rules the world.  Woman, how divine your mission,  Here upon our natal sod;  Keep – oh, keep the young heart open  Always to the breath of God!  All true trophies of the ages  Are from mother-love impearled,  For the hand that rocks the cradle  Is the hand that rules the world.  Blessings on the hand of women!  Fathers, sons, and daughters cry,  And the sacred song is mingled  With the worship in the sky —  Mingles where no tempest darkens,  Rainbows evermore are hu