Poem - Grandmother

Every day, I ask her “Do you remember me”?

She just smiles, trying hard to recall, answers each day differently.

Says I am her daughter, her sister, her mother, her sister-in-law…

I wondered whom does she remember? Her parents? Her brothers? Her children? Her Grandchildren?

When a picture of her life partner strikes for a second, she asks where he had gone.

I wondered what does she remember? Her childhood? Her wifehood? Her motherhood?

When she is stuck somewhere deep inside, how can she remember.

I wondered does she have complaints? Does she have regrets? Does she feel angry?

When there is a big hole in her memories, how can she carry all these.

I wondered did she lose her kindness, love, care?

When I stand in front of her, she asks me to sit beside her.

When I offer her to eat, she asks whether I have eaten.

When I wave her “bye”, she replies “your wish”.

When I ask her if she needs something, she replies “nothing”.

She makes jokes, laughs innocently, blesses me abundantly.

Just like you, I sensed her as an absolute pure soul.

She is YASHODA, who headed a family of almost 50.

Should this dementia be treated as negative, I perceived it as positive.

As it untied her from everything and associated with Lord KRISHNA.

His responsibility to take care of Her became a commandment for me.

Am I not Fortunate? Am I not Blessed? To serve His mother and thus Him.

Sitting beside her is like going to TEMPLE every day.

Feeding her favourite food is like offering to GOD.

This might be the definition of Karmayoga, connection with divinity.

Fortunate and Blessed. Thanks for the opportunity.

To serve Lord KRISHNA in the form of my grandmother.