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Mother’s Day 1972


In 1971, Anthe Vutetakis, son Spyros Vutetakis, daughter Helen Krikos and grandson George Vutetakis, visited Crete. It was the first time Anthe had stepped foot on the island in over fifty-two years. Every year Spyros would give his mother a poem as a gift on Mother’s Day. This one was inspired by the celebrated visit.

Now you’ve been a mother for 51 years, and a yaya for 22.

You have done it very well, as you can tell

By just looking at the people around you.

We each have our ideas, our style and our place, but

one feeling together embrace:

Much more than a mother you are- the roses in our garden,

a faithful friend in our lives, a warm magnet that

gathers us from afar.

The Lord surely guided patera to Plakoures, and then

gave us to you

And lovingly gave you to us.

So there’s a song in our souls, let your ears and your heart

have their fill:

We love you….metera, yaya, friend….and always will.


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