That night you fell down
You turned your position
To the other side of the table
You were not to assuage and comfort
Your distress begged askance of attendance
You no longer ensured grandson’s etiquette
You had your clothes in disarray
You gestured to take care of your clothing
Your eyes bespoke why I bother you in my final journey
Thereafter you went comatose
You did not give much worry
You knew your attendants low guts
You asked god and He obliged
Now that you are no more
I see you had great endurance
You took in your stride husband’s death
Misdemeanours of friend’s relatives
Poverty deprivation and loneliness
Now that you are gone
I cherish your visits
I long to hear your advices
Mundane sane and loving
You taught it is better
To be mundane and kind
Rather than delving in profundities.
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