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  Dear grandma, 
       you were my litchi  s u n r i s e, 
  encasing stars in honeydews of  h e a l i n g, 
     as  d a w n s  used to wake up 
     from deep  s l u m b e r  with 
  the silken humming of your jasmine  p r a y e r s. 

Your almond eyes
have always 
armoured our
rhymeless roots, 
with humble rays 
of light and 
gentle shimmers 
of philosophical 
fountains, 
that calmed 
every lake
sterling with
fire and ice. 
I evermore 
reminisce those 
twinkling dusks 
with sanguine stories 
of Hansel and Gretel,
narrated by your 
angelic notes, 
but, what if Gretel 
had lost her 
way within 
cobwebs of 
enchanted
cocktail woods?
Along shorelines
of Snow white
and Rose Red,
perhaps, truths
of ephemeral life,
remained unheard. 

Like a timeless tree,
you've withstood
every thunderstorm,
as we sought shelter
in your oak-embrace, 
then, why are 
those aging skies
becoming an 
embroidery of 
fleeting memories
and erasing that 
golden aura
of divinity from the
hibiscus temple, 
homed in your essence? 

I still remember
when you held 
my tiny hands
in your warmth, 
and helped me 
trace those 
pencilled butterflies
hiding behind
lily-letters of mischief, 
twisting like 
tickling riddles. 
Oh, how your 
heart would melt 
like the butterscotch moon, 
in swirling streams
of my silly giggles. 

Remember,
when you knitted 
a soft sweater
crocheted with a
patchwork of teddy bears 
for this wintry toddler? 
I still wrap it 
around my 
aching heartbeats
like a milky shawl, 
midst cashmere snow. 

But, mum has now 
lost her doll house
of dreams, 
can you please
freeze time and 
scold these 
decades for 
stealing away 
our hopes and 
innocence? 
I promise to
hold my tears 
in an inkless saga
of metaphors, 
until you've
caressed us 
with the 
same adoration, 
from a million 
comets ago. 

You were the only
grand anchor 
of golden guardian
for me, 
like a glorious
godmother 
shielding her 
newborn fairy -
then why did
your eyes forsake to 
search for my presence? 

Evergreen warmth 
of your soul 
shall forever breathe 
in grandeur ~
for, our sights 
can never imagine 
to live in the absence, 
of your wisdom-realms. 

Even though
you don't recall 
my existence
and maybe, 
have become
unfamiliar 
of my name;
every year, 
I will wish
for stardusts 
to glaze your
horizons that 
have ruffled 
in wrinkles of 
fainted nostalgia, 
for, I will forever sleep 
on the custard-
cushions of your 
cherishing love.
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