CRYSTAL GAZING ... GRANDCHILDREN

I see her with sable brown hair

Silky sheet blowing in the air

Framing her beautiful face square

Doe shaped black eyes, so rare

Indo-American, beyond compare

I see her standing straight and tall

Amongst her peers, towering above all

Moving gracefully in the geriatric ward

Comforting aged patients, that's her call

Serving homeless abandoned in the hall

I see her at the end of each day

Collapse on couch; tired, legs splayed,

Gazing at my garlanded portrait

A dialogue with me daily engages

I hear, but cannot participate

Whenever she needs a hug from me

Looks at the tree, outside her balcony

Once a sapling, now has rich foliage

nourished from soil enriched with my ashes

We speak an invisible love language

                             

I see him a full grown man

With goatee beard just began

Eyes fringed with long lashes

Envy of all the lasses

They stare, sans sunglasses

I see him, always in action

Professor; teaching his sole passion

Students rushing into his classes

To hear him speak on finances,

World economy his forte, no matches

I see him at the end of each day

Donning Chef's cap, preparing gourmet dishes

Love he inherited from his doting parents

Rolling, baking, crafting cupcake batches

Knows; was one of my favourite dishes

Whenever he needs to confide in me

He sits under the shade of the mango tree

Grown with manure mixed with my ashes

Now bearing fruits, he just relishes

Smiling; recapturing his youth with me