MY Grand Mother
My Grandmother was a real wonder
She was the mother of my father
She had her one favorite past time
I always felt that it was a real waste of time
In this world with so many textile factories
Whats the need of her , sit and sew all the day?
One’s she is on it, she would never get up
Until she had done all the fabric’s make up
And then she would grow mighty proud!
Even in the wheelchair that she was bound!
She would say she succeded where none else in the family could
But I guess that she dosen’t know that nowadays no one would!
Some of her adventure stories , though were actually fun
Even though they didn’t involve a guy with a gun.
They were full of bows and arrows
And yet it wasn’t Robin Hood too..
They were fully myths and legends
Starting from the arrow Rama shot till the nail struck on Jesus’s palm!
Unlike Dad, she hardly scolded me when I do wrong
I seriously wonder how the genes didn’t pass down!
She only advises me on my mistakes
She forgives me for the sweets , without asking her that I take..
She and I always agree with each other
No arguments and fights , like me and my brother.
I and grandma , we are never at war,
That’s really how the grandmas are!
(I wrote this for a competition when I was 12 years old)
