Grandma
The 80’s and 90’s she rocked
Flawless piece of tender hope that always settled in her strong heart
Trees she climbed, folk tales she told and the heart she won,
Is the treasure she hinged onto us,
Pretty, courageous with a golden heart lustrous soul
NOW GONE,
Leaving the violets’ withered,
Innocent laughter and mesmerising songs
in a void.
But a smile she left.
A vestige
For me to discover and for her to shine brighter in the sky.
Copyright © Shloka Khopkar | Year Posted 2022
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