Mother of Mother
You are my Grand Mother
Root of the family tree
You are a Matriarch
Qualities in profusion
Like you I always want to be
My Granny with white hair
With glasses and no teeth
Birth to 9 children makes you venerable
You are the Elizabeth Queen.
And now you are gone, everything is wrong
The food does not taste good
As those elixirs have never been cooked
No one even knows how to comb; I still have a tangled hair
Resurrect my Granny as I still have to grow
I have to learn many more things from you
Don't leave me in despair
From my Golden Granny
I always need that extra care.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sorry for the lost..my grandma is still holding on by the grace of God! ! Your girlfriend's grandmother is most likely smiling down on you and proud as ever due to this poem! This takes a whole lot of courage and any girl will be lucky to have you because it's evident that family means a lot to you! KEEP WRITING POET! !