Squatting on a low step
Sipping a cup of sugarless tea
My grandma smiles
Like the rainbow in the sky
The playful child I was
Hanging from the branches of a tamarind tree
I felt nothing but love
Radiating from this legend of mine
Many years later,
Now that I am no longer a child
I wonder millions times
How she kept that smile
It wasn't the scorching sun
That had wrinkled her velvety skin
It wasn't the age for sure
That had crouched her diddy frame
It wasn't the nectar of life
That made her lose her teeth
It wasn't the gift of life
That wrapped her up in her grave before her time
Demand I will answers from her
When I see her in the matrix sometimes
Demand I will justice for her suffering
'coz that's the fire burning inside
"Don't stamp your feet child! That won't soothe your life"
Says the angel, with the same smile
And of course, without the fake teeth
Because she left them behind.
Nisanka MW
(My grandma used to call me Nisho)
nisanka@coachingwithnisanka.com
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