Six Months Later

 

 

On the 5^th day of November,

My Grandma breathed her last.

Her sudden, unfortunate death,

Left all of us aghast.

I felt like talking to her,

Bidding her farewell one last time.

Her motionless body made me feel helpless,

I wanted to wake her up and see her pretty smile.

It took me about a week,

To really accept the fact that she was gone.

I imagined her hobbling slowly,

On a long journey, all alone.

As the days went by,

Her loss seemed to grow.

Memories began to rush in,

Emotions began to flow.

Now I yearn to do those chores for her,

Which I felt, were boring then.

I am glad though, that I served her well,

And that I pleased her until the end.

I feel blessed today,

And lucky a great deal.

Each time I touched her feet to clip her toe nails,

I earned her blessings, I feel.

The house seems empty now,

With the radiance of it lost forever.

Painfully, her comforting presence,

Won’t be felt again, ever.

Six months have elapsed,

Since my dear Grandma’s demise.

Her presence, I still try to feel,

By gazing at the brightest star in the sky.