Grandma's Death Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Grandma’s death

I have seen no uncertain death
It was first time when I went to lay a wreath
My grand mother had passed away
I had spent considerable time with her and stayed too

I go back to my childhood memory
She may take all steps to make me merry
I was her beloved and very dear child
She was never annoyed, remained cool and mild

She may move her hand on my head
In sound sleep too I may feel her touch and read
She had magic in hand and it was quite apparent
I would forget everything in her lap past and current

All the mothers of world are like that
This was reveled by grand and several times stated
Nobody can compare her with any of the object
She is always known by her graceful act

Such lovely figure is not among us
My mother had so much love and trust
She may shed tears in little away place
So we were at pain to see her pale face

She confided in me how grandma’s last days were so painful
Grandma was so critical but remained cheerful
She remembered me even at the time of her last breath
I was the only one not present at the time of her death

Everybody at that time was choked with emotions
We had to pray for her peaceful departure without any options
It was Almighty’s wish and we could only pray
We only wept and could not see her going away

She had so much deep affection
We could see in her eyes that reflection
She wanted to speak but could do nothing
We too waited for her desire to speak something

Mother confided me something more
Grandma at the end was very sorry and sore
She never wanted me to be away from home
She waited for me to her welcome