Another morning it was,
Just like always…her hand on my head,
Moving back and forth,
So soft and gentle,
Enough pressure to get me up,
Just like always…but a little different.
Held my hand and took me to veranda,
Such delicacy,
The feeling…greater than a mother touch,
Maybe that’s why we call her Grandmother,
Sat me down on floor,
Covered with a cloth so I don’t get cold,
Just like always…but a little different.
A little uneasiness, feeling which was unknown,
Then, we walk and talk to school together,
Her hands on the walker while eyes on me,
As if I was her eyes guiding her way,
Those talks never left me alone,
It was there,
Congratulating on success,
And confidence on failure,
Just like always…but a little different that day.
Days went by,
Weeks went by,
Uneasiness grew beyond the limit,
Then came the morning,
When we had to move to the land of dreams they call it,
Leaving her behind,
Fooled by my young mind to relate unease to separation,
With stone on my heart, I said my last Goodbye and sat in the car,
What she said after resonates my ear today,
“You go ahead my son, I will follow”,
Never did she came,
But instead came a message 10 days later,
“She is no more”.
I felt as if a better part of me burnt away,
But that fire keeps me going everyday,
Because she always taught me to keep moving.
Looking back now,
The unease was just a signal from a power beyond us,
But no point mourning because life goes on, just like always.