20 years ago, I wrote my final exams for grade 8,
And I was among the toppers in the school.
I still remember the socks for the winter break,
How can I forget it, my godgranny wove that out of wool.
She's still alive, my godgranny,
Godsent angel is that lady.
I have little to no memories of my biological grannies,
Both paternal and maternal passed away whilst I was young.
My godgranny now has a gummy smile,
She closes her eyes as she smiles for a mile.
90+ years of age now, she has seen many summers,
And she has also woven so many woolen socks.
Parameshwari Ðéví is her kind name,
And now she's a greatgranny.
My HP Poem #2004
©Atul Kaushal
