Our Superstar…. Grandma!

Our Superstar.... Grandma! short poem

Uploaded by Marianne Pillai

Grandma…
What was it like to be called “Grandma” at a young age of 47?
Was it joy, happiness, excitement, love or fun?
You had it all and you showed us all…
From your first to the last two, you were there for all…
You showed us the great power of love and dignity…
You taught us respect, fun, joy and love through your dignity..
Your courage, your strength, your laughter, your smile
Loved by all…
Grandma…
How could we ever forget your sweet voice
When you sang to us in different languages
English, Malay, Tamil and Japanese… Oh! Those times…
You sang with joy and happiness… You were there for us…
Love, care and strength… You didn’t give up till you left us…
Your stories from your past will always be with us
Those were History taught by you…. Teacher…
Grandma…
We are all grown up now
But our childhood with you will be forever
It will never fade… You will never fade…
Still fresh… Still solid like it was yesterday…
You were there to join us in games
“Don’t fight… Don’t argue… Love one another”…
Your words will never fade…
Kept in mind, kept in heart and kept as memories
We love you, we miss you, we cherish you…
Our superstar…. GRANDMA!

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