MY GRANDMOTHER
Showed in the tinkle of spatulas and woks in the pantry,
Dishing out delicacies for us, her dear ones,
Her wrinkled face smiling, like the shining, weather beaten stones,
Getting up with the first burst of rays,
By the time we all awoke, she was all ready for the day,
She took care of everyone's tastes,
Beautifully crafting things out of wastes,
Both a mother and father to all her children,
A strict matron, nothing from her eyes was hidden,
No one from her doors ever went hungry,
I never saw her raise an eyebrow, nor get angry,
She was more a mother,than my mother to me,
My guardian Angel was she,
The power of love she explained to me,
Through her memories she still stands beside me,
Walks me through problems holding my hand,
Teaching about the good and bad, making me painstakingly understand,
I still draw inspiration from that simple, loving life of her,
Always indebted to her for instilling in me some parts of her, forever shining,my guiding star.
©®Madhumita
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