My Grandmother

By Snigdha Saxena

I wish I spoke to her one last time, would have given an end to my endless whine.

For all that she promised me would lead me to a perfect life, Ended with a shattering blink.

I comforted my soul, went back to her, with guilt and respect.

But I wish it would work my way, had she not have bid me adieu.

Twice a day I peaked at her hoping she would smile at me.

I was the apple of her eye!

Time flies and so did my faith. it was too late for me

She slept like a winter bear, but, I wish I spoke to her one last time.

By Snigdha Saxena