Grandma Poem by anju addanki

A prayer in my heart,
A prayer of love,
A prayer for the lady-
Whose love so pure:
With which everything was cured.

Times i was sad,
Never said i am bad,
Touching so many lives,
In her special ways.
And in everyones heart;
She made her way.

Its none other than my GRANDMA-
A person who gives in,
When mom says 'NO'.

But now there is none,
To stand for my secure,
To give what I procure.

I wasn't there the night she died-
And all i can do;
Is thanking God for making her;
For you see its him who gave her-

'THE MAGICAL TOUCH'.