Old

Feeble walk,
as slow as snail,
grappling for support,
a figure frail...
Hands thin,
almost skeleton shows,
pinch that skin,
slowly crawling back it goes.
Face parched,
neck laden with wattle,
even when stationary,
head constantly wobbles...
Expressions of concern,
eyes awaiting loved ones,
although vision blurred,
mind clearly dreams on...
Memory momentary,
disappears in flash,
living in past glory,
some stories, some laughs...
Each day a bonus,
whole life has passed,
some living it all
others didn't last...



Missing my aaji (grandmother) .....