Granny

I remember my old Grandma,

With wrinkles on her face,

I tell her a story of a thirsty crow,

And she says good girl in a voice low.

Grandma which is your favourite story?

I ask and she has some worry;

She is cooking her curry;

And say sorry... sorry...

Grandma which is your favourite poem I ask?

Home they brought the warrior dead,

She recites while she multitask;

I get ready for my bed.

She is lost in her memories;

Grandpa was an army man.