She sat alone in a bench in the cemetry
With the sunhat drawn to cover her face
It doesn’t show the wrinkles around her eyes
All that remains as evidence to the hours long
She spent day after day nurturing her children
And now…her Grandchildren
A Grandmother…
Grand she is in everyway …
From the way she cooks these meals from scratch
With recipes she herself had stumbled across
To the way she smiles through trials, life offers
There was a time she was young and immature
In the very beginning
When she became a daughter-in -law
She looked at her hands
Once soft and delicate with the mark of her
marital relationship encircling her ring finger
Now hardened,creased but efficient and strong
Stable…cradled in them generations
Her story untold was fascinating
To her grand children,
The many children she birthed,she knew the likes and dislikes of
She was home to all
A beacon of hope
A refuge in times of distress
Her only pillar was her husband ofcourse
They had understood eachother with a mere look
Their marriage a finely aged wine
The Grandmother wiped a tear from her eye
She stood up and walked onwards
Arranged the flowers beside her husbands grave
Dandelions were his favourite
All but one she kept with her
To accompany her home
The sweet memory of her late husband