Paritosh Dhawan

Grandmother - Poem by Paritosh Dhawan

In her cradle she was, so weak and helpless
Telling her rosary all the time, to god her fun she confessed
So old, Pale white wrinkled skinned she was
And all her life she loved me the most
Tells me story of her life and how things used to be
The ups n downs she had to face to carry forward her family
There are a lot of memories she'll take with her
I just want her to have more and leave us never

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 25, 2012

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