My Grandma Poem by Paul Sebastian

My Grandma



Pensive, thoughts fleeting into past dwell
Slightly hunched, slouched in her chair
Calloused dark, wrinkled wasted hands tell
Sunken, crow-feet eyes, silvery thin hair
Bony, heavily lined freckled face
Her frail disposition cries for care
Her life’s story is easily be traced
Knowing, who’d her burdened-end bear?
I love my grandma!

Always been her hero, one she prided
Always appreciating, accepting, loving
Always affirming, despite wrongs I did
Someone I run to for some consoling
I love my grandma!

Took pains making my favourite dishes
Always insisted I ate as much as I could
Readily gave pocket money for expenses
Blamed for spoiling me; yet, spoiling continued
I love my grandma!

Always prayed for me
Taught me how to pray
Always cared for my safety
Always had stories to say
I love my grandma!

Grandma would break discipline rules
Did whatever came from her heart
Not minding whatever my parents rued
Over-powering love, her winning card
I love my grandma!

Happy is the man, whose granny around
Happy is the man, whose granny’s love abound
Happy is the man who enjoys granny’s loving care
Happy is the man who has a saintly granny to care
I love my grandma! For her, I am always, there!

5.05.2015

Monday, May 4, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: relationship
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Charity Nduhiu 09 September 2015

Thank you John for this recognition of your grandmother. I also love my grandmother i normally call her my gold.

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Amitava Sur 17 May 2015

Loved reading your praising about your loving Grandma. Happy is the man who enjoys granny’s loving care

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