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