a short collection of 3am musings

Grandmother

you moulded me into the person i would become
you filled me with stories of your home country
and your childhood
and superstitions
which no one but you believes in

the years of boat journeys
between India and England,
of servants,
and princes,
and endless summers

you raised me
as though i was your own
and loved me
unconditionally

but you will never know
the person i have become
for you left us
far too soon.

5 grandchildren
3 children
one grieving husband
and a lifetime of memories

i am sorry
you never got to meet her.

you would have adored her