Slept I like a log
a while forgot my blog
a peaceful sleep it was
nothing to disturb at any cause
hours went by in length
came a call with strength
was about to wake up
when a hand-held me .
I saw a woman in her mid fifties
smiled she with love
caressed my hair with care
felt she had a piece to share.
She called me by name
I looked so tame
wondered how did she know
a woman from many decades ago.
With a graceful move in all sides
asked what made me talk about her
more frequent these couple of days
is there any reference of case?
I blinked all the more in a quandary
said she with poise she is my grandmother
who passed away sixty-seven years back
few months before my mother’s wedding.
Startled I sat up with a shock
said she not to panic at all
in a very soft tone told me her life
when she was a devoted wife
a mother of five children
sacrificed everything for their welfare
yet not remembered by any of them
during their life time all the more.
They became the shadow of their father
great was he in his achievements rather
they knew that she was the woman behind
yet not commemorated her in trend
she did not bother about fame in life
she yearned for a reciprocal slight
Is it an unusual demand? she interrogated.
not at all grandma, I meekly replied.
My children are dead and gone
your mother was the last to go
You sing about me very late
I read your poems about me
they made me happy and sad
wanted to pay a visit to you
to offer a big thank-you.
I held her hands with reverence
somehow I told her these two days
her memory crossed me all the way
set the recollections in a canvas
the best one would be in my blog
the private area where I log.
Well, this would circulate through
let my cousins read through
my nieces and nephews understand
the woman who was both pleasant and stoic
realize the suffering she endured all her life
physical ailment was not well attended to
leave alone the agony of the mind .
Where are you? I whimper
I am to my place you answer
say you with a shine in your eyes
at least I remain vague in your memory
you who have not seen me at all
retain a trace of my memory
with that satisfaction I fly back
my blessings always unto you.