My Grandfather withinA Poem by Shweta
Misty soft eyes, scanty hair,
lovely chin of my grandfather within Teasing and sometimes fighting, couldn't get him enough when he began pranking Wise words, engaging and always attentive never backed down when people turned away Always gave some to me when he ate reckon that's love to me and him the most Saved me when at fault and calmed me down when angry and mad Away I was we spoke now and then "Missing you.." his words conveyed without telling More he never fussed to me to come down, with studies he never compromised Gone he is after the last farewell when he could not rise to play The moments stayed only in my heart with memories still afresh Nothing to look forward to now when I visit that place where my grandfather used to stay and play Now my eyes say I miss him without conveying but surely reaching him © 2017 ShwetaReviews
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