An elegy: To my Grandmother.

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I miss her kind face among faces

I miss her voice warning in case

I lingered on the edge:

I barely learned dragging the sledge

when you left me bereft

You taught me all I have left

yet I know nothing of living

I need your light:

That shined bright

when all was dark

and shadows lurked

I miss your heart full of warmth

I miss the love you shed:uncouth

I was:you cared not.

I miss the long night when you slept

and I in your feet rubbing them

till you slept and long after

A moment worth milions twas

when you would wake up

caress my head and say

“Tu soyi nae beta”

Go sleep!

I miss the scent of your presence

I miss the warm hugs

There is no joy in your absence

No one to protect me from winds

cold and bitter;nipping:unkind

I miss the long talks in kitchen

lessons in cooking and in life

Every line is etched in my bones

Yet for my wantonness I may not atone

When they shriek at me now

My head silently bows

I have no saviour

Such is the hour

All turned sour

I miss the prayers

Your clothes are here

the smell is too

the photographs

are frozen

the smiles

the memories

are too much to take in

breathing trying I have been

No longer living I keen

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