A Woman with an enlarged heart!!!

She was thirty four,

When she became a grandmother

as old as I am today

She folded her black long plait

into a bun

as a symbol

for new found promotion

I was her solace

for years to come

from the indifferent husband

and growing daughters and son

Her muscled arm

becomes my abode

And her white fleshy belly

my nest to rest

I would wrap my legs

around her whole body

I grew from two to twenty two

And still clung to her soft belly

with a hand on her chest

and she would say

I can't bear it anymore

your hand is too heavy

She slept in my bed

re-telling tales

of sleepless nights,

of hidden secrets

in deep crevices

of her enlarged heart!

To this day, Jayamamma;

I still keep getting dreams

of you;

When I see my little daughter

cleaning after everyone

picking up things on her way

a spitting image of your persona

You remind me

for that glass of water

before each meal of the day

when I lazily slouch

legs stretched on coffee table

on Sunday mornings

I knew you were partial

to this first grand child

for her chirpy words

and fairer tone

Yet, I craved

for that biased love

I thought I had you all

for myself

until the day I parted;

Little did I know

I would not come to see you

for that one last time ever!