The sun peeked from between the branches
Morning dew adorned the leaves like pearls
Amidst this verdant landscape is outlined
A quiet and gentle figure.
With thick glasses perched low on the nose
Lips monotonously chanting.
Wrinkled fingers making artistic movements
As they turn colourful balls of wool into sweaters.
An epitome of wisdom and enthusiasm
A living mirage of the times that have passed
Beautiful old people - a work of art.
No wonder she is called ‘grand’mom.
Amazing real life stories. Cute fables. The warmth of her lap. The divine sparkle in her eyes. The tongue tickling food. She is so much fun to be with – loving, caring, soft and practical.
P.S.: A dedication to my dearest grandmother.