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YASARLAR, Ayse (nee Karaduman) The life of a mother, From the hand that rocks the cradle, To the hands that feed you, To the arms that held you, Carried you, as if you were treasured gold, Ever so careful, Where do you begin? From the sweet lullabyes as a child, To her ever so precious hug and kiss, She's the one that wiped your tears, The one who suppressed your fears, All unconditional love The one that heard you, But listened to your voice, How do I begin? How can I end? You were ill, yet you asked how others were, You were prayed for, yet you prayed for others, I will never forget you, I miss you In this blessed month of Ramadan she passed El Fatiha Her beloved family, husband Mehmet, son Dr. S. Yasarlar, wife Arzu, granddaughter Zehr, daughter Ilknur, husband Bekir grandson Teoman and granddaughter Nul. DeMarco Funeral Home (LaSalle Chapel) (734-1448) entrusted with the arrangements. Published in the Windsor Star on 11/6/2004.