Poetry Box #10, 2011 - 2012

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by Anaga Srinivas
April 5, 2012

My cherished grandma, as I have been told
Was a sweet human being, we concur
Few memories, at no time are too old
They blur like my eyes when I think of her

I have seen her complex embroidery
Which has immortalized her silenced soul
That is enough, they say, but not to me
Wished she’d not gone, with no way to console

She’ll always live on through a thousand tales
and shall reside in my thoughts for all time
The hazy image I hope never pales
a treasured scrap from different lifetime

That she loved me is all I can recall           
Yet that is the most precious truth of all      



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