My grandparents house
was a safe haven,
A space where
Time nor stress
existed
A place filled with
My grandmothers
Stories of birds
And princesses
That lulled me
Into peaceful
Sleep
A place filled with
memories of
Eating mangoes,
And popsicles
with My grandfather
On hot summer days
Nov 7, 2020
Nov 7, 2020 at 2:18 PM UTC
My grandparents house
was a safe haven,
A space where
Time nor stress
existed
A place filled with
My grandmothers
Stories of birds
And princesses
That lulled me
Into peaceful
Sleep
A place filled with
memories of
Eating mangoes,
And popsicles
with My grandfather
On hot summer days
Inspired by Nikita Gill’s “On the Way to Delhi, We Stop at Nani’s House”
