Eyes light up
At her memories, now slightly faded
Yet the perfume of them, like a favourite flower,
Haunts in forgotten spurts,
Tiny, hunchbacked, silver haired
but eyes full of a quicksilver energy
Suffocating love for all her grandchildren
Demonstrated in our much loved way,
Favourite food of all, positioned
In the sprawling, beloved house much before
we arrived, to spend the day...
Prayerful, melodious, chanting, seeming unending
In front of the quaint wooden temple,
That fascinated us, waiting in line
To receive the delicious Prasad
Which she made, darling mine
And now years later,
we sit together and remember the memory
which will always hold sway,
our granny, tiny, bird like, so very loving,
will always live in our memory, like a very special day,
lighting up our now diminishing lives,
Warming us like an ever present sun, s
softly golden ray
,

Arti Chopra

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memories-of-a-grandmother/