Dear Grandmother

As a kid when I cried, 

you sang me a lullaby.

That made me quite 

and you happy the same time.

You put me on your back,

gave me a ride on room's track.

You threw me up in the air 

and loved my innocence and fear.

When I was hungry as a child,

you breastfed me every time.

I was fond of taking a nap, 

in the cuddliness of your lap.

As I grew through the time, 

But to you I was still a dime.

You assumed that I won't take care of mine,

in your grace I crossed my nine.

Now I am 22,

still the same for you.

The child who used to put thumb in his mouth, sucking it like the most delicious thing of all that's out. 

I am grateful to be born in your home,

to me it's a love and happiness' dome.

Consider it a blessing of time, that

Of all the timeline that had gone by and are yet to come,

you fell into mine.