a grandma ............... by cyclopseven

a grandma
a grand soul in every family
full of experience
the wise ones called it wisdom.
she a panacea for all wounds and scars
of physical and emotion both she heals fast.

my grandma a lady of grit discipline but naïve
now she lies needing help for feeding and changing.
my lord why I don’t understand
a life of pain she bears in silent
when she went rubber tapping
in the darkness of morning sky,
alone she struggled hard
to spoon the many mouths
tapping the milky white rubber
which wheels the world around.
my grandma, Nagammal
a name given to suit the occasion
when she was a few days old
a cobra coiled beneath her sleeping mat
without harming her the least
not even a hiss
surprise, a miracle
it left without a trail
the baby then named Nagammal.
a person very independent
at 81 my grandma a soul that brightens
the heart of my family.
independent was she;
at 81 she still insist on mixing her own drinks
folding her own clothes
plucking the white flowers for garlanding the divine
very neat and precise her work and time
I looked in wonder
Oh grandma you are truly a wonder;
Oh Lord if you love to read poems
read this one of mine
and please spare my grandma, the star of our lives
this life now, let her move independently again
and let her go independently with You, my Lord
please let her live once more
with the same strength
because we still need this firmament of LIVING LOVE.