Grandparents

If happiness had a face, what would it look like?

To me, it would be a wrinkled face with glittery eyes and a toothless smile

With snowy hair and weakened arms

Caged eyes that hold the stories of farm

An old body, but a young heart

Yes, they are our grandparents, with a golden heart

They are a blessing to cherish and a gift to treasure

They are an incarnation of the Almighty

But are thought of as a burden by the hapless society

The eyes that have seen thousands of time zones

Unfortunately, behold the sight of old age homes

They are the shield of the family

And protect us from enmity

They are the bestest blessings anyone could ever ask for

Who bestow their blessings only on a home which is immensely pure?

It's important to cherish their presence

Before they leave for the heavens

They take with them the happiness and prosperity

The source of wisdom and the family's solidarity

They leave the home deserted and lonely

For they are the heart and make the house homely

Our dearly departed

We want to tell you

We love you, we admire you

But most of all, we miss you.