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My Great Grandmother


 Once upon a time, you were with me

You sang some songs about land and sea.

You helped me spread my wings out wide,

Flap them hard and reach the sky.

But where are you now? 

Is this hide and seek?

I have searched everywhere,

But in this game I am weak.


The times when you told me all stories,

About the thieves, princes and fairies.

You conquered my heart with your power,

You helped me bloom into a flower.

But where have you gone,

Into the unknown? 

Now that you've disappeared,

The World's lost its true tone.


May this be a formal letter, 

To my dear Great Grandmother,

Wherever you are now,

I'll make sure we'll always love each other.



Comments

  1. Nice write up on your great grand mother on this day, Shriyandhaa. Your last para is simply super. We born to love each other and not to hate others. That's the way of life

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  2. Super Shriyandhaa .Great Grandma Vanjulam Patti blessings and love always for you and all. Your dedication and love through your poem brings tears. Well written
    From Pushpa patti

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  3. Shriyandhaa kutti you are a blessed soul. Love your choice of words. God bless you. I wish I could hug you right now.

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  4. Periyava anugraham paripoornam. Lots of love to you. I miss her too.

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  5. Great moments with great grandmother brought out very well Shri dear. Keep writing. All the best. G Usha Patti a friend of your patti

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  6. As usual wonderful writeup by a lovable kollu pethi to her kollu paati.Certainly your kollu paati blessings will always be there for you in all walks of your life. Keep rocking dear Shriyandha. With lots of love and admiration from pushkala paati

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  7. You are blessed Shriyandhaa kutty to listen to the stories of your kollu Patti. Your kollu Patti is inside you ...always blessing and cheering you ...Keep rocking dear ..

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  8. Ever green smile of my late sister. During all her early most difficult days the smile never disappeared My memory of olden days when we were young is fresh but growing old separated ud bodily and not mentally Baby mama

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