A tall, old strong physique
With an ever cool cheerful moral fiber
She was forgiving than the God
She was giving than the Lord
She has lived her life thus far
Brave untouched unaffected
At every phase of life in par
She still is bold at this ripen age
I call her an eternal sage
She amused me at my childhood
With her zeal and stance so real
She was loved for her convivial will
How she spoke at random
her thoughts never knew to conceal
She hardly managed to pass from her grade six
She told me looking at my grade 10 pics
I saw the wonder and pride in her eyes
That could only have been of an angel or child so nice
A gutsy spirit and an ever exploring mind
Never sat at rest
She is indeed my granny best
I have been thinking of visiting her off late
Situations did not permit me to go, call it fate
It was yesterday she had a fall
Probably her hips slipped or her legs trembled
This highly hospitable lady is in the hospital now
My father, her good old son is there for her support
Yet I want to see her not with the pain and gall
But with her undying attitude and smile like a pal
Author notes
This was written to quench my despair and agony I went through when I heard My granny was hospitalized..It was my sincere prayer for her and I am happy it worked out..I did manage to visit her a couple of weeks after I wrote these lines..I did see the same smile in her face and the fact that she was getting better..Hope she regains her health soon and things set in with peace..Am sure a true prayer or call it an ongoing belief..it does come to be real..
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This does honour her and I say
don't put off ensuring old people know you love and admire and respect them. Sometimes we don't get a second chance - I know this deep in my heart! best RA -
Hey rhythm, I wish you granny speedy recovery. The days are fresh in my memory. The care, love and advice of your granny. You have well knit this one. This poem, to me, is best in its subject and tone. There are few weaker rhythms that slow down the flow, may be my reading pace didn't favor me getting the read right. Overall it's a great write. Great read.
Thanks for sharing.
Much Love
Kiddy
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Lovely
I almost cried!!! My grandfather is 87 and he 2 has such a strong will.....
I am not particularly observant of rhyme styles, grammar and such.....I appreciate ur poem 4 it's raw emotion and ur honesty.
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Nice to see words of empathy..shows your observant skills..Glad you appreciate its rawness..which I too..I am only reminded of Keat's beautiful words now, "Truth is beauty, beauty is truth"...To me poetry is the same..Thanks again ms.sunshine
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Go granny!
i hope everything goes all right with your granny and ill pray for her too. faith goes farer than we know. -
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Thank you Grace for an aboslutely gracious comment thats as graceful as your name..
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Nice tribut.
Though I fought to find a rhythm that eluded me I can still appreciate it for what it is. Sometimes we make sacrifices not only in our poetry but in life. I'm glad your golden granny is getting better. Your poem has refreshed my memories of my golden granny who was a pilot. My friend would get excited when I would tell them they could go with me to visit my granny who was a pilot. When we would get to her little trailer house they would immeadiatly ask if she was really a pilot. She would smile with a twinkle in her eyes and say "Ofcourse I am! Can't you tell? I pileit here, I pileit there..." gesturing around to the stacks of things piled everywhere.
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Yeah this one was far from my customary rhythm since I wrote it in all gloom..Guess to me the rhythm blooms only when my energies are high..Glad this has helped you have that lovely reminiscence of your granny..Thanks for sharing and taking in that time...
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