Ripe Memories Brimmeth (Week 25 Theme: Grandparents)

I was more attached to my grandmother

Then the other way round –

For so I thought, well ensconced in her shelter

She taught me, the value of the rupee over the pound.

My grandfather was a freedom fighter,

He fought for our land, against the British,

His skin was fair, no one else could be brighter –

He was a true Bengali, his plate was full of fish.

Grandparents mollycoddle you, to distraction

Their love is supreme; defying all amplification

We cling to them, just like the opposite attraction

When they hug, we go beyond exaltation.

They’re the ones who pride in our achievements,

But sadly, we’re the ones who separate them into compartments

We are hardly beside them in their chronic ailments

Their memories – still ripe – brimmeth over in fulfilments.