A poet’s tribute to grandma
What she said to me.
It’s a special something that money can’t buy.
Its special moment precious in time.
It’s a special someone no one can ever replace.
At a very special place about it I reminisce.
And yes this time around ,it was about love.
I remember the days sitting around the fire.
Basking our bare legs to the rays from the ambers while she recited another one.
Another one of her tales about the past , imaginary characters even animals could speak .
Speak sense even into the head of a fool .
Whose life is about to waste away in ignorance.
To stop a kind of persistence in wrong things.
Wrong aspirations and even the rhyme in the word wrong.
Folktales. It was a way to educate.
An essence of education passed thru to generation from generation.
And she had a gift , I always cherish her words of Wisdom.
Her words of encouragement .
Let alone her words of scorn.I learnt to take it like a man
Because in them lay Wisdom ,experience , belief and love.
Love that made me realise if firm enough, I could conquer the world.
Love that made me awaken , I put on a new Zeal to Life.
To live and let live, grow big and realise my dreams.
And in all the times I will never forget.
That love which made me stronger.
In the ethics you taught me when I thought you were is being traditional.
Sorry because when I was little and spoiled I called you old fashioned.
With age comes wisdom and as for me with age I realise.
You taught me well and your love is the greatest of all .
I love you grandma.