Grandma’s death <br /> <br />I have seen no uncertain death <br />It was first time when I went to lay a wreath <br />My grand mother had passed away <br />I had spent considerable time with her and stayed too <br /> <br />I go back to my childhood memory <br />She may take all steps to make me merry <br />I was her beloved and very dear child <br />She was never annoyed, remained cool and mild <br /> <br />She may move her hand on my head <br />In sound sleep too I may feel her touch and read <br />She had magic in hand and it was quite apparent <br />I would forget everything in her lap past and current <br /> <br />All the mothers of world are like that <br />This was reveled by grand and several times stated <br />Nobody can compare her with any of the object <br />She is always known by her graceful act <br /> <br />Such lovely figure is not among us <br />My mother had so much love and trust <br />She may shed tears in little away place <br />So we were at pain to see her pale face <br /> <br />She confided in me how grandma’s last days were so painful <br />Grandma was so critical but remained cheerful <br />She remembered me even at the time of her last breath <br />I was the only one not present at the time of her death <br /> <br />Everybody at that time was choked with emotions <br />We had to pray for her peaceful departure without any options <br />It was Almighty’s wish and we could only pray <br />We only wept and could not see her going away <br /> <br />She had so much deep affection <br />We could see in her eyes that reflection <br />She wanted to speak but could do nothing <br />We too waited for her desire to speak something <br /> <br />Mother confided me something more <br />Grandma at the end was very sorry and sore <br />She never wanted me to be away from home <br />She waited for me to her welcome<br /><br />hasmukh amathalal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/grandma-s-death-2/
