its day when i find that my dear grandma is ill and i find myself in a state.....


Ailing Grandma

she wasnt always so weak and so ill
she never was bedridden and sick
she never had those trembling hands
wrinkled face and eyes hopless to survive
my ami[i.e mother]says when i was a baby
she would rock my cradle and love me like
like i cant put in words
as i grew up i remember those mornings
in my maternity when i would be hungry
i would say nani[grandma] hungry i am
with an angelic smile she would say
dont worry my son,calmness of my heart
sugar tea is here that you like
grandma i remember those long fairy tales
dont go my dear grandma for i have
lost my sweet grandpa too
pray for her friends as she ails
in her bed dont know when she
goes leaving me behind



Poetry by MIRZA AHMER BEG The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2007-08-09 at 12:49

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