Grandma's Tree

A large Mango tree That has a name “Grandma's tree” In every rainy season She would blossom My Aunty was so happy In preparing delicious pickle Using its tender fruits As soon as it began to ripen I always prayed a breeze to come The cooling area beneath it was Venue of playing for kids Always I had been the leader But when my grandpa died The elders in my family decided To cut my Grandma’s tree As the firewood For burying his body in the graveyard Though I was a kid I embraced it my tiny hands And cried so long Till I fell into sleep But I could save my ‘’grandma’s tree” Still it is here though rotten Everything repeats as in my childhood