Verses from my Heart

IN MEMORY OF MY GRANNY

A long time ago...

When I was a child,

I used to laugh a lot

And my imagination was wild.

From princesses to castles and a world full of wonder,

From comedy to romance and a mystery thunder.

Weaving stories became my avocation,

It was fun to decide someone's journey and their destination.

My stories always had a happy ending

But soon life happened and my perspective started bending.

My love for stories was not random,

I was the leader of my Granny's fandom...

Yes, that is right, my granny was my storybook,

One that had numerous stories for me to look.

We all have this one amazing-caring person in our lives,

Who is strong yet elegant, and always thrives...

Not only a story teller, she was also my chef,

Whether it was rajma rice or bed time stories, her taste was certainly the best.

I slept on her lap as a little girl,

I used play with her jewellery, especially that necklace made of pearls.

Time just flies and I grew up,

Suddenly my fun time just blew up

I was always preoccupied which was quite uncanny,

As time passed, I had very limited time for granny.

Still she always loved me more and more

She was world's best granny,that's for sure...

Unfortunately God loved her more!

She got sick and it became hard to find a cure...

Well there was a problem with her heart,

But we all were hopeful that this too shall pass.

And she did recover and finally came home

But here comes the sad part of this poem...

I couldn't visit her because my exams were going on,

Who knew that it was my last chance, before granny was long gone.

One night mum got a call and she left with dad in a hurry,

I was oblivious of this fact and thought that there is nothing to worry.

Almost at midnight I received the dreaded message,

Which turned my existence into wreckage.

Suddenly granny had an attack,

For me rest of the message was just black.

I called mom again and again,

I didn't want my speculation to turn in pain.

Finally mom answered and left me numb...

Granny was no more...

And had departed for the humble abode...

Well people do come and eventually go,

But why my granny who was the star of my life's show...

The last memory of my granny ,

Is of her cooking up food and stories.

Telling me about her own childhood glories.

With every passing day, I miss her more and more,

She is also watching me, I know that for sure!

Well, she always told me that distance makes heart grow fonder,

This is a thought that always make me ponder.

Tears still roll down my eyes once in a while,

But the memory of her vibrant laugh always makes me smile.

Remembering her doesn't have to be painful, I have learnt it now.

She will always stay in my heart, and I know how.

Cause she weaved my soul, just like her stories and sweaters,

My life has surely changed but I will make it better.

And whenever at night, I close my eyes and see her face,

Her smile and her stories send me to a happy place....