*Grandma*
A sip of wise words,
And a song of ginger tea,
Transpired a fluid bond,
Between my grandma and me.She taught me ballads of devotion,
While she threaded my thoughts like macrames,
She cooked up my gullible mind
With thoughts of serene old-school days.Her hands were magicians wand,
My heavy head in her languid lap.
As they snoozed my thoughts to a pause And sent me to a neverland nap.She despised those fairies
With glitter, grace and gold.
Instead she worded sculptures
Of personas beautiful and bold.Track of time without any tick-tocks,
She kept everyone in check,
A lady who loved organizing,
Was always found admiring my wreck.A stick in hand, not for support but respect,
A hand on a shoulder, not for weakness but support,
A humourless laughter, not a strength but a weekness,
About her hidden strengths, she'd never goad.Kite of a kind, laying low in the high sky,
Bud of a kind, blooming sharp hues,
Stone of a kind, needing only one for everlasting pillar,
Sponge of a kind, soaking up all the rues.__________________
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I don't know what made me write this poem, but the idea just came to me and i could not sit still until i finished it.
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