Leaflets From My Life - My Gorgeous Grandma Poem by Geeta Radhakrishna Menon

My Grandma
A beautiful lady,
Whose face shone like a silver moon,
So lovely, like a pink rose,
A natural, fair beauty,
Whose radiance spread around her
With the halo of a shimmering angel,
Lived a life, like a queen of the yore!

Grandma was the eldest child
To her loving parents.
They doted on her with much affection,
Her father carried her around
Like a precious diamond jewel,
Ever reluctant to place her down
Even for a few minutes.
She was the apple of their eyes!

Grandma married my grandpa
At the age of thirteen!
Unbelievable! Isn't it?
But those were the days
When girls were given in marriage
At an early age. My grandpa,
An extraordinary man of principles
Loved and protected her like a royal princess.

She chose to live a simple life,
She had no personal ambitions,
To prove her worth or win a point.
She was content to be a wife, mother, sister,
And certainly, to be my sweet grandmother.
I was lucky to be her eldest grandchild
Born out of her only surviving daughter.
We simply adored each other!

Few are blessed with a charming Grandmother,
Even less, to live with her, to enjoy a carefree life.
I look back at the glorious time spent with her
With nostalgic memories of fun and laughter.
She was a gorgeous lady, so patient, understanding,
It was a period of pure joy, that few experience in life!
My grandmother to me is a symbol of purity, beauty,
The fragrance of her love, I inhale each day of my life.