Grandma

Grandma is one with the mound of earth again
Like a fallen old flower, her left-over self rests quietly on a tiled-terrain
Her fragrance reaches me, in another corner of another continent, where I hear the words - ‘Grandma died’
Grandma is dead- and the day has rained tears on my bed
I’m drenched Drinking her absence- her presence - drinking in her memory once again
Silence falls, I search for Grandma then… in an old-gold bangle- she wore once
Tomorrow, her dust, bone and ashes will be washed by the river-bed
The river-stream of her will enter the great ocean - it’ll all be one, then-
the earth, ocean and the river’s-bed
Her soul has long fled out the world-window into a divine light
I’ll be watching the stars every night...whispering a quiet prayer
Hoping, someday, we meet again… Grandma

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Comments
Absolutely heartfelt. Could really feel the emotion in this one. Had a personal effect on me from past experiences... impactful stuff Mamata. Kudos to you. Pecae and smiles. TFOTS
Thank you so much- I have had a hard time dealing with my loss- an outpouring happened and I shared it- peace to you too :)
A great piece - "an old-gold bangle- she wore once" - that's your treasure forever I'm sure. Your grandma would be very proud of your write.
Yes it is- it's the only thing I have of hers- thank you for your comment- it means a lot.