Grandma Calls.

The sweet call.

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

apologizdream comes true.ed for my late impasse

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.

By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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