Pressing on the bottle of anti-inflammatory cream,
I am collecting the relieving, transparent fluid in my palm.
I apply it on her ageing knees,
Her arms, her back,
Her hands –
She tells me, they too have started misbehaving
Sending flashes of pain and waves of paralysis,
She feels pins and needles as a warning and then…
Then she can’t move them.
That is the worst she says,
Not being in control, not knowing
When you body will stop working
And you will be stuck here
Lying on your back, inert,
Conscious – yet your brain is
Unable to process your will
All the way to your limbs.
*
She feels she has had
Enough – most of the time –
But she bears it all,
And sticks around,
Because we are there.
*
The phone rings – my mum’s caller ID –
I hand it to my grand mother.
My hands are all sticky.
She takes it and replies
She is all right. Her little physiotherapist is doing a brilliant job.
She is feeling lucky for once.
A smile and her teary eyes are bringing life back to her face.
*
Upon morning, I join her in the kitchen
She looks rested. She inquires about my night first,
But doesn’t await my answer, and quickly adds
She has not slept that soundly in ages.
Relief shows on her face – and gratitude.
She needed it. And so did I.
What a powerful thing, a grandmother’s loving smile
But not just that, knowing you are responsible for a happy face.
A happy moment in someone’s life.
Heartbreaking, yet radiant 💕
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Thank you for your kind appreciation ❤
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You’re welcome 💕 this one actually left me speechless, hence the brevity of the comment.
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Thank you ❤ You know my words come from my heart, it means a lot to know what moves me can move others too. Thank you for letting me know. I appreciate it 🙂
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Powerful piece
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Thank you, M 🙂
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Touched….yet again a brilliant write up
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Thank you, Saaransh 🙂 I love it when my words move my readers.
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this is a wonderfully sweet poem and i feel the love you pour out here
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Thank you, Gina. That is sweet of you to say! This is my life’s mission – not just when I write, but with everyone I meet and appreciate. I believe Love is the most precious feeling of all. I try to spread it around generously 🙂
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and i appreciate it truly….it lifts my spirits and gives me lots of hope when i read your words. love is always that ingredient that makes the things we do seem so much nicer and shinier! love that you spread also comes around many times more!
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That means the world to me. Thank you for telling me. I will keep spreading the Love ❤ That is a promise I know I can keep. Thank you for your love. Your comments have made my day.
A giant hug to you and many thanks again.
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Subtle and tender words filled with variant shades of love, concern, care and pain. Heart-warming poem B. You’re a good good grand-daughter! Little thoughts, sweet gestures and loving words can never fail to bring a smile. Love ❤
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Thank you my Sparkle. She is been more than a grandmother to me – more like a second mother. She was there to compensate for the lack of a decent father. She deserves every bit of my affection. ❤
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She does without doubt. You’re lucky to have her and she is too, to have you is a wonderful thing, I know. 🙂
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❤ To have you is a splendid thing too ❤ Thank you my Sparkly Friend ❤
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Woah! This is extremely beautiful post. Significantly sweet post. I couldn’t stop myself from smiling at the part when she is happy with the brilliant job of her little physiotherapist. You are one awesome grand daughter B. 🙂
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Thank you for reading, T. 😃 and many more thanks for your lovely feed-back. I have my fails, but I do my best mostly.
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