Delicate

Eyes whisper. Lips dream.
What’s the story?
Between you and me.

No past to reminisce.
No future to behold.
Then what glory
Will today unfold?

Hopeless hope.
Desires wait.
Our love?
Delicate!

My mamma was wrinkled
With light grey eyes
Her touch so gentle
And aura so wise

Coming back from school
Holding her hand
She asked to me prefix
Mamma with grand!

Copying her writing and habits
And sharing the same plate,
My office going mamma I loved,
But my grandmamma was just great

Soon on the road to perfection
Mercilessly I was moulded
Till I became independent
This child quietly emulated

After many years of prayers
To the good God above
She loosened her grip
And overflowed her love

I prided her workmanship
Flaunted being her granddaughter
Yet one fine day
I was greeted as 'stranger'

My wardrobe exploded
These curls grew longer
Buddies and Friends multiplied
But our time got shorter

I am now young
Grandma is getting older
I see age catching up
And remember how great we were

Life full of fun and joy
Times of learning and love i see
Days were bright and sunny
When it was Grand mamma and me!