My Grandmother Poem by Shankaran Kutty

Yesterday I saw a dream
Where I was a small boy
In front of my grandmother
I was playing with a toy

“Sit on my lap”,
Did my grandma speak
Glad I was to oblige
Though I knew she was so weak

One after the other
She told many a story
Of Gods and their incarnations
And demons so gory

I woke up with a start
But my thoughts continued to linger
Of those days with my grandma
My memories did it stir

Her innocent chuckling
And body shaking laughter
Filled my mind till her death
And even thereafter

Oft when my dad got angry
And chase with a stick to beat
I will crush her in my arms,
And cry “Save me, my grandma so sweet”

She gave me a special place
In her heart, even when old
She would feel so sad
When my dad beat me or scold

She was a powerful woman
Filled with immense pride
And when I fight with my sister
She would always take my side

I dreamt of seeing her joy
When I give her the first rupee I earn
But before I realized my dream
She left her earthly sojourn

She left me long ago
Twenty four years it has been
But for me she is the greatest grandmother
The world has ever seen