My Grandparents

Here is the story of my childhood days,

Which I used to spend with my grandparents, eating Lays.

Full of life was my grandfather,

Copy of his, are me and my father.

My family is a funny bunch of crowd;

With my grandpa, I laugh out loud.

In the evening when grandpa returned from office,

He would always get from me a kiss.

Whenever I got hurt, loudly I would cry,

To make me calm, my granny would sing a lullaby.

At night when we had many things to say,

Beside grandpa, on his bed, I would lay.

Whenever my eyes were full of fear,

To listen to prayers, I would lend granny my ears.

On the weekends, I would paint;

It was bad but granny never complained.

This was the kind of relationship we shared;

Always they loved me, always they cared.

Then my grandpa left me alone on my way,

That was the day when he went far away.

Whenever I remember him and those good years,

I can feel my vision blurring with all the tears.

I promised granny that I would never cry again,

But the memories keep coming back, bringing back the pain.

Years passed by, but the agony still dwells;

Granny gave me her love and grandpa’s as well.