Grandma smiles
Few teeth on display
Daamn just years ago she was a damsel
Time took her beauty
But her innocence shouts for a notice in her eyes
She still wore her love for me since 1990s

Maybe i will never meet one like her
Not in this generation
Maybe afterlife

she stook short
tall her
who never any help from grandpa
be it plumbing to carpentry
she now walks on tiptoe

time really changed
but love for her never changed

Human emotions are the most fervent.
It could be love for a day and hatred for another.
Love is captivating,
And hatred distrupts the mind.

When people emotions are intertwined
They lose their perceptiveness
Then,
It will be hard to have the world in one's mind.

In this ruthless life,
I've met some people i disdain.
With them, i only talk about business
I never spoke more than i need to.

After a long time,life got boring.
But after we met
The  people and things i've met were quite interesting
Since i have tasted this interesting life lemme be

In the past, when i closed my eyes,
I just thought about having survived another day.
Ts a profit
Whether i will be dead or alive tomorrow will all be upto God

Now,when i close my eyes,
I think about this person and that person

  Truth is  if i wanna live a different way
I dont need to wait until my next life

ts dawn
am used to sun on east
now here am stranded
ts rising from west

"does it even matter??"
i tell myself

remember the girl i told you about
she is not like you but she is alittle more like you
she is chocolate
i know we tend to coffee but you will lover her

i thought about
maybe i should marry her
i should make you meet her
as am writing this she is here

i know aint a filial grandson
but i brought you gal

"after today, will there be another day
will i wake up with you for a day
i know ts selfish but will i be your day
just watching me on dishes or on clitches?
but hope this wont be the last day.
whats your say",she asked as she sipped mojito

i smirk and look onto the moon
no stars tonight,it may rain
that how we believed

"maybe i will be the moon
watch me every month
everyday everynight
tell me all your subdues
but i wont be within your reach"

slowly the drunk me strolled back home
never ever to see her
maybe she became a comet

"i hear you write about beautiful women,
should you not write about me??
am i not like those city gals
or am i too old for a lovely poem
maybe my eardrums wont hear the rest of the poem,
but remember to say "my wife"
thats what i to see and to hear too"
grandma tells me while we on video call
shes 112years old now
but she is one who loved me since i was 1

i never replied her
i just nodded
she never knew how happy i was to be his hubby

brought out paper and pen
words came in my world