Grandma my dear

Reservoir of unending affection

Perennial wellspring of maternal warmth

Fountain of compassion, ever gentle

Unfurling rainbows with her magic love


Treasure trove of delectable stories

My lucky charm in varied indoor games

The evergreen magnanimous Santa

Infusing sweet fragrance to childhood days


Her songs still echo, traversing decades

Our lively chatter embraces my soul

Whiff of her sapid food seeps my senses

Vision of her soothing smile lifts grey clouds


Grandma my dear is beyond mortal touch

I cradle the amaranthine flashbacks


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    • I am sure, they already do ma’am. You are such a sweet and affectionate person. This poem doesn’t do justice to the kind of emotion i felt while writing it. I will write one in free verse, sometime. Thank you so much for reading and sharing your thoughts, dear ma’am.:) <3 <3 <3

  1. This is so beautiful Moonmoon. Now I miss my Grandmas. I was blest to have both in my life. My kids too have their grandmas. They really are the best of what life has to offer. To sit in their lap is to experience a little bit of heaven..thanks for this!

    • Thanks so much, dear Natasha. I love your comment more than my poem. Thanks for sharing your thoughts and feelings. That thing you say about sitting in their lap being equal to experiencing a little bit of heaven is so beautiful and true. <3 <3 <3

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