Poet Me

My Great Grandmother

Her name was Saraswati;
she embodies the essence of life.
She's the holy goddess, the almighty;
it is she, the holy creator's wife.

Saraswati was my great grandmother
who spread her knowledge from generation to generation.
She possessed our hearts and smiles altogether
no matter the location.

Through her nine-and-half decades of going strong,
she saw her country gain independence;
she even saw her children and grandchildren migrate along.
Even though she's gone, I still feel her presence.

Her blessings always filled me with love,
her scolding like a beautiful melody to my ears.
I know she's watching us from above;
at least I got to say goodbye, so why shed tears?

It's been years since I've seen her,
but that will be my only regret.
I remember how memorable my times with her were;
the more I reminisce about her, the sadder I get.

I'll miss her sweet voice that would make me smile;
her joyful demeanour filling any empty space.
Her passing is a time so vile,
but in my heart, she will always hold a special place.