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Khushi Batra May 2018
Dear naani ma,
I’ll always remember the stories you told, the cakes you baked and the laughs we shared. I still chuckle out loud, at the memory when you were trying the new recipe and I insisted on doing the frosting, on those cupcakes, and later on, we had a food fight. How much I miss those days, when I was able to run back to you, whenever, I fought with my siblings! I’ll always miss our adventurous trips. I laugh at that day, when you encouraged me to ride on that roller coaster and later on, you yourself, backed out. Even today, I see your knitting needles lying carelessly on your dressing table.
Your room still smells of you and your comforting scent. I miss you so much that whenever a song comes on the radio, I get reminded of our car karaoke sessions. Now, whenever I go to the park, and see someone picking up flowers, I can’t help and wonder if you’d come back. I’m writing this to let you know that I miss you, I miss your smile, your laugh, your scent, your dishes, your words and of course you. Thank you for teaching me how to love and care, thank you for giving birth to my mother. Thank you for being you. I hope we meet again, one day, among the clouds or between the waves. May your soul rest in peace!
Love,
Khushi:)
i miss her so much, i feel like crying, ***
Nivine Nahli May 2018
When the sun is bright and warm
I think of my grandmother.
Warming my skin and brightening my mood,
Just like she used to.

I’m thankful for the days where I can feel her presence.

n.n
Rest easy grandma
Lily May 2018
In Grandma’s kitchen,
There’s the old raggety rocker,
The one that always tips back too far
And my heart skips a beat as I
Secretly enjoy the thrill.
In Grandma’s kitchen,
There’s the mounds of old recipes on
The counter, yellowing with age, being
Ripped from ancient editions of
House and Home magazines.
In Grandma’s kitchen,
There’s the constant pleasant aroma of
Cookies, chocolate chip and oatmeal raisin
And snickerdoodle, the presence of cookie
Jars that are quickly ransacked by us.
In Grandma’s kitchen,
There is the collection of teapots on
The shelf, the daily weather forecast that
Grandpa writes out every day on the table,
The forest of palms and tiger lilies in the center.
In Grandma’s kitchen,
Time seems to stand still, and everything
Is perfect, familiar, right.
Even when the room itself doesn’t belong to
Her anymore, it will always be to me
Grandma’s kitchen.
Isla May 2018
I'm still glowing
with the light
you instilled

a single flame in my heart
illuminating
the hollow that remains
where you used to be

wavering at times
but never ceasing
though the world threatens to ***** it out

and though you are gone
I still glow
for my grandma, who passed away when I was pretty young. Only now do I know the importance of what she was trying to teach me.
choco is late May 2018
Are they connected by a red thread of fate?

Or

Is it written on the palms of their hand?
They have fulfilled and kept their marriage vows. I pray that their soul have rested in peace and may they be reunited in Heaven.
Shubham Kamble Apr 2018
Her musky, aged, antique smell.
Every wrinkle on her face had a tale to tell.
Cracks on her palms, treasured stories of hardships & struggles.
Walked with a limp, like a boulder on her shoulder back.
Didn't fall even with the deepest toe crack.
I lay my head on her motherly warm lap.
Her silvery smooth flowing hair,
gleamed with pride for her only heir.
She caressed my hair, sent chills down my spine.
Don't you worry grandma, down here everything is (not so) fine.
Wish you were here for me when I need you the most.
I will be there in the stars, will meet you once I'm mighty close.

I miss you, grandma.
Mary-Eliz Apr 2018
I keep reading
lovely tributes
to grandparents
especially
to grandma
it seems

I smile
sometimes
a tear
then a tug
remembering wishes
remembering dreams


I remember
kids at school
"headed to grandma's"
at the end of
school days

going to see her
going to play

I remember
my yearning
when
hearing about
the cookies she made

the stories she told
the hugs she gave

It might be
grandma
or nanny
or gran

they rang
in my ears
as I wished for
my own to listen
and understand

those names my lips
wanted badly
to form

my tongue to
taste
cookies
fresh and warm

my arms wanted
to hug her
tight

as she hugged me
back just right

my fingers ached to
brush
fine silver hair

as I'd rock
there in her chair

to tenderly stroke it
away from soft eyes

perhaps
as blue
as blue as the skies

my heart wanted
to say
I love you
grandma
I love you, I do
and
one day
I'll write a poem
just for you
I know grandparents are special. I just wish I knew it firsthand. My grandmothers both died before I was born and my grandfathers when I was far too young to remember them. Thank you to those of you who are/were lucky enough to have grandparents for the beautiful tributes I read here!
Perri Mar 2018
Nana
Your skin was so thin
your structure, so frail
but your mind so available
like a puppy
down a trail
You would hold me close
my red hair and skin pale
I miss the smell of liquorice
that was always so stale
But I wouldn't care
because your presence was fresh,
calming
exhale
Every night
bedside
an enlightening tale
And your grasp so warm
at night when I'd wail
for my mothers absent touch;
your love purer than hers,
consistently,
without fail
So I hope you're watching
Nana
and know
my love for you
will always prevail
She was my best friend
DW Mar 2018
I remember that day so vividly
The day that I had to say goodbye

A phone call is what woke me up
I knew what it was about
Before I even answered
The tears already started to fall

Driving carefully to the hospital
My heart in pieces
I tried to compose myself
But everything felt uncontrollable

The first person I saw was my dad
I had never seen him cry before
His eyes all red and puffy
Still he led me to the door

Everyone in the room
Tears run down their cheeks
The only sounds I could hear
sniffles, whimpers, "Why did you have to leave me?"

Holding my grandma carefully
Her sobs and cries filling the room
She wouldn't let go
I don't think she'll ever let go

It was time for them to take him
Time for us to get up and go home
I couldn't bare to watch
My poor grandmother let her lover go

We left the hospital
And approached her house
The hardest part of all
She broke down before reaching the front door

We all sat huddled by the couch
Comforting my grandma
But all I could think about
Was how I just lost my grandpa

Days and weeks have gone by
We still visit him constantly
Decorating his grave ever so sweetly
Playing his music, knowing he's singing along

Certain songs remind me of him
Movies and food too
We talked about sharing music
While he shared old war stories

I always wonder if I'll see him again
Or if he's watching us from above
Probably playing tricks on us
Perhaps sending his love

I always think about him, never will I stop
My heart will always cry for him, I love my Papa
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