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Thank You Grandma!

Thank You Grandma!

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You caressed me when I was ill,

Ensured that I took the pill.

Mouthwatering delicacies you made for me,

Heavenly food it was and that too all for free!


I should grow to become big,

Is something that you aspired.

I would come from a tough day at work,

And in the kitchen you perspired.


Every drop of sweat that you shed near the stove,

Was an indication of your impartial, incessant love.


Hot dosas you would make,

Served with coconut chutney and butter.

All the mess I used to make,

Your aged hands would declutter.


Your heart was pure,

Your manners demure.

To every ailment of mine,

You almost always had a cure.


The wrinkles on your face,

Were your best embellishments.

The tummies that you filled,

You would consider as accomplishments.


Your never-say-die attitude,

Is something for us to imbibe,

Your determination to finish your work,

Is something hard to describe.


No matter how much sick,

Your mind you used to trick,

Feeble you turned in the end,

But would still work with the aid of your walking stick.


As I watched you dead,

Lying on your deathbed.

Not a drop of tear,

Could I shed.


Your death is shocking,

My mind wants to disbelieve,

That you are no longer around me

It is unable to perceive.


It was however imminent,

You had to die someday.

But I had hoped that 'the day',

Would be somewhere far away.


My mood is pensive,

My grief extensive.

I can go on and on with more anecdotes,

Can be even more comprehensive.


But I would hereby stop,

Hoping that you would be somewhere atop.

In the vast sky, you would be a shining star,

Watching us all from not so afar.


You would often tell me,

How you wished you had education.

But with so much of childlike curiosity,

You were no less an inspiration.


Thank you Grandma, thanks a lot,

You gave me precious memories,

Be happy wherever you are now,

Please do have no worries.


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