Eyes light up <br />At her memories, now slightly faded <br />Yet the perfume of them, like a favourite flower, <br />Haunts in forgotten spurts, <br />Tiny, hunchbacked, silver haired <br />but eyes full of a quicksilver energy <br />Suffocating love for all her grandchildren <br />Demonstrated in our much loved way, <br />Favourite food of all, positioned <br />In the sprawling, beloved house much before <br />we arrived, to spend the day... <br />Prayerful, melodious, chanting, seeming unending <br />In front of the quaint wooden temple, <br />That fascinated us, waiting in line <br />To receive the delicious Prasad <br />Which she made, darling mine <br />And now years later, <br />we sit together and remember the memory <br />which will always hold sway, <br />our granny, tiny, bird like, so very loving, <br />will always live in our memory, like a very special day, <br />lighting up our now diminishing lives, <br />Warming us like an ever present sun, s <br />softly golden ray <br />,<br /><br />Arti Chopra<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memories-of-a-grandmother/
