Missing My Grandma. Poem by Arfa Iris

i miss my loving grandma,
who was a true enigma.

she pampered us a lot.
many valuable ethics, she taught.
she always said'if you are honest,
god will give you the best'

all her moral stories,
tales of angels & fairies,
& some of her time glories,
are our golden memories.

on our prattle she used to smile,
on our mistakes, she averted us for a while.
if one of us fell ill,
whole night, she used to vigil,
day & night she used to pray,
to immune us from the troubles of every new day.

she never craved for pleasure & wealth,
all she wished was our good health.
she cared for us till her death,
we will miss her till our last breath.