My Grandmother Poem by DILIPBHASKER MATHRA

My Grandmother



My old grandmother,
Walks with a stick,
Every morning,
In our garden lawn.
I follow her always behind,
To keep a watch on her.
She is old I know well,
And cannot leave her alone.
One day when I am old,
I would be a grandmother.
When I walk with a stick,
My grand child may follow behind,
To keeps watch on me.

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