#grandma

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  • kp_singh 4w

    दादी मां लौट आओ ना।
    देखो फिर से दिवाली आई है।
    हम दोनों के लिए मैंने फूलझड़ी बचाई है!
    फिर से मेरे साथ दिए जलाना आप,
    माथा चूम कर मेरा फिर से गले लगाना आप!
    अगर आप नहीं आ सकते तो भी मेरा साथ निभाना आप,
    आज जब आसमान में तारों में ढूंढूंगा आपको,
    मेरी और देख कर थोड़ा जगमगाना आप।
    हो सकता है दर्द से मेरा दिल भी खाली हो जाए,
    दादी मां लौट आओ ना, मेरी भी हैप्पी दिवाली हो जाए!
    Grandma, come back.
    Look, Diwali has come again.
    I saved the sparkler for both of us!
    You light lamps with me again,
    You hug me again by kissing my forehead!
    Even if you can't come, you accompany me,
    Today when I will try to find you in the stars in the sky,
    You look at me and sparkle a little.
    May my heart be empty of pain,
    Dadi Maa come back, so that my Diwali can also be happy! -Kps©2021


    #grandma #grandparents #dadimaa #dadi #diwali #missyougrandma #loveyourgrandparents #valuethem #happydiwali
    #kpspoetry #kpsquotes #kpsshayari

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    दादी मां लौट आओ ना।
    देखो फिर से दिवाली आई है।
    हम दोनों के लिए मैंने फूलझड़ी बचाई है!
    फिर से मेरे साथ दिए जलाना आप,
    माथा चूम कर मेरा फिर से गले लगाना आप!
    अगर आप नहीं आ सकते तो भी मेरा साथ निभाना आप,
    आज जब आसमान में तारों में ढूंढूंगा आपको,
    मेरी और देख कर थोड़ा जगमगाना आप।
    हो सकता है दर्द से मेरा दिल भी खाली हो जाए,
    दादी मां लौट आओ ना, मेरी भी हैप्पी दिवाली हो जाए!
    Grandma, come back.
    Look, Diwali has come again.
    I saved the sparkler for both of us!
    You light lamps with me again,
    You hug me again by kissing my forehead!
    Even if you can't come, you accompany me,
    Today when I will try to find you in the stars in the sky,
    You look at me and sparkle a little.
    May my heart be empty of pain,
    Dadi Maa come back, so that my Diwali can also be happy!
    ©kp_singh

  • kp_singh 5w

    To me comfort is Sleeping in my grandma's lap, in winter's noon and her shawl protecting my head from the sunshine! -Kps©2021

    #tomecomfortis #kpspoetry #kpsquotes #comfort #grandma
    #midnightthoughts #aboutme #night

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    To me comfort is Sleeping in my grandma's lap, in winter's noon and her shawl protecting my head from the sunshine!
    ©kp_singh

  • 7peace 5w

    When I see my grandma , I pray to Almighty that try to take me before this age comes of mine, then almighty ask me why? I said, I can't see my grandma like this...

    ©7peace

  • sairam24 6w

    Ajji (grandma)

    The day starts with my gaze shifting
    Towards a varnish clad teak wood chair.
    The object has been in my bed room for decades,
    But it's only significant memory etched in my mind,
    Is of my beloved Ajji.
    It feels like yesterday she held me in her hands,
    Caressing my chubby cheeks, kissing them,
    She sat on that very chair sipping hot coffee,
    Reading the daily newspaper with those keen eyes.
    She was a classic story teller and her anecdotes
    Spoke volumes of the experiences she braved
    Through the years she lived.
    It was always soothing being around her,
    Pestering her for the mouth watering snacks,
    Whose taste remains on my taste buds until this day.
    Dropping off her to the bus station during those days,
    Made my heart heavy with tears trickling down,
    But her words of advice and a parting hug,
    Calmed my juvenile mind which snapped back to reality.
    Just like all things come to an end,
    Her departure did create a void in my heart,
    It's normal to feel this emptiness being the favourite kid,
    I was to her.
    The only fragment connecting me with her,
    Is the varnish clad teak wood chair.
    I still sit on that very same chair sipping hot coffee,
    Feeling the same warmth, I will always cherish,
    Those unforgettable experiences with my,
    Ajji.

    ©sairam24

  • ashamurali 6w

    Grandma's kitchen

    Sweet memories of affection,
    was served in grandma's kitchen.
    its aroma aroused anticipation,
    of divine taste and satisfaction.

    Every dish was her expression,
    of love and perfection,
    filling us with admiration ,
    of her enthusiasm and dedication!

    She had not a single gadget,
    nor was her menu elaborate,
    her measures were approximate,
    but always turned out accurate.

    Attention she would lavish,
    making sure we relish,
    even the simplest dish,
    without grand garnish!

    With so much of her love within,
    every dish was bound to win,
    our stomach and heart,
    Grandma! our evergreen sweetheart!
    ©ashamurali

  • lovenotes_from_carolyn 7w

    This piece serves as my attempt at multiple recent challenges. Thank you so much for reading! Also, I need to request your patience in regard to reading/reposts, because as our cross country move is drawing near, my presence here will be sporadic for a month or two. Thanks for understanding and bearing with me. ♥️

    The Merchant Marine & His Irish Queen
    by lovenotes_from_carolyn
    A wild and winsome wayfarer
    Set sail with the Merchant Marines
    To a land called the Emerald Isle
    That's decked out in the loveliest greens

    'Twas perhaps the luck o' the Irish
    That led up to next event
    For there, in the naval office
    'Twas a gal who looked heaven-sent!

    A bright lass was she, named Jenny
    With brown hair and eyes of blue
    For him, it was love at first sight
    And I reckon it was for her too

    Yes, that was my gramps and my gran
    In a meeting designed by fate
    There's a whole lot more to that story
    But the hour is growing quite late

    Fast forward to one whole year later
    Oh that Irish lass, gramps sure did miss
    So he brought her back here, to the States
    Where they married, in wedded bliss

    They got on with the usual business
    Of living their day to day life
    And soon enough, gramps did discover
    He had a fine cook for a wife!

    She prepared all the food to perfection
    From hors d'oeuvres to roasted meats
    To veggies and soups and salads
    And of course, all the goodies and sweets

    Huge feasts she'd create to delight us
    Not a single time e'er did she fail
    For as soon as she'd bring out the food
    Cheers of delight would prevail

    Her pies were sweet and superb
    Her cookies, a chewy delight
    And she'd send us on home with the extras
    When we left at the end of the night

    In the chill of midwinter on Sundays
    I'd sit right by gran at her feet
    As she'd tell me the tales of her childhood
    While munching on goodies to eat

    By then, she had barely an accent
    But still, it was there in some way
    And oh, was I fond of her voice
    Which lives on in my heart to this day

    Looking back on these tender moments
    I recall the young Merchant Marine
    And I'm so glad he sailed off to Dublin
    And returned with his Irish queen.
    ©lovenotes_from_carolyn 10/12/2021

    #sundayc #momentsc #tenderc #grandma #imagery #wod #writersbay #writersnetwork #miraquill

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  • kumazy 7w

    Grandma

    I draw stories from the lines of her face.
    It tells me the patience of experience.
    A love stories drawn from the rhythm of her walk.
    Slowly but Steady.

    Her embrace, cozy and warm.
    Her laughter, melodious and assuring.
    The light in her eyes are assured spark,
    Shining in my dark days.

    From the treaties of my childhood.
    To the meal in her kitchen.
    To call received unannounced.
    And the proud gaze of her eyes.

    From love she gave All in All,
    Love pure, sure and gentle.
    Love of an ancient root, blowing like cool breeze of hope.
    Which from distant shore, often call me home.
    Like the drums of Ayangalu.

    Akinsanmi Akinkunmi©kumazy

  • v_smita_v 7w

    An Ode To Youth ~ 22 ✍��
    #RBBHWSN ��
    #WWWY ��

    #Friendship #Romance #School #Youth #Family �� #HMH #HB #3897 ⚛️ #WP #YX #20896 ��
    #ZY #LY ✡️ #ET #HM #DD ♾️

    �� The realistic portrayal of youth in all its facts.
    �� The beauty in everyday life during a time when we’re young and bold.
    �� The realistic portrayal of the pains of growing up.
    �� The subtle and innocent romance.
    �� The friendship between the classmates
    �� The relationship between teacher and students, as well as the relationship between the youths and their parents.
    �� The step by step visit to the last year in High School.

    #Personalities #Strengths #Flaws #Endearing #Charming #Warmhearted #Precarious #Intelligent #Thoughtful #Responsible #Incredibly #Handsome #Bright #Bubbly #Brave #Achievements #Sports #Perseverance #Growing #Struggling #Studies #Pressure #Path #Life #Dealing #Conflicts #Parents #Love #Tackles #Problems #Era #Laughing #Crying #Strongest #Poignant #Depiction #Relationships #Classmates #Teacher #Students #Childhood #Neighbors #Highlight #Grandma #Circumstances #Important #Person #FirstLove #Missing #Warm #Fuzzy #Feelings #Awkwardness #Insecurities #Fear #FirstStep #Clumsy #Attempts #Couple #Fret #Hope #Patient #Perfect #Music #Enhance #Experience #Nostalgia #Positive #Vibe #Beautiful #TrueGem #ceesreposts ��

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    Friends

    For some things, because we're friends, we don't need to say it out loud. Maybe we can't bring you more happiness, but as long as we're here.
    We won't let you become sadder.

    ©v_smita_v

  • kingdomdelight 7w

    Grandma's Kitchen

    Nobody, could cook like grandma
    Her flower apron and delious bakings
    made her kitchen a heavenly garden for all grandchildren to visited
    The fresh baked aroma always travelled far and filled the whole neighborhood
    From biscuits, cookies, stews and different jams
    a Kitchen,
    always tidy, neat and warm
    Never,
    touch ur try to lick a dough bucket ur spoon
    She never liked it !
    No, dirty fingers, in her buckets and cooking pot!

    In front of the green coal stove
    We patiently waited ...
    She always gave us the bucket and spoons later
    So we endure the hard temptations for a little sweet taste of her heavenly dishes later

    Cookies we could colourful decorate,
    But first ...
    wash your hands ...
    Never try to lick any tempting icing
    Those that might dripped on your little fingers ur hand,
    her sharp eyes,
    never missed,
    a single childlike try!

    She was so clever!
    She could really see and know everything!
    All the children, just, silently marvelled
    Those two blue eye,
    pierced right through us, if we did try
    So we learn to rather wait ...
    Her warm smile,
    loving eyes and exstra treat in the bucket
    was always worth the long dreadful wait.


    ©kingdomdelight

  • wtf_ankrit 7w

    Infinity

    No one insults you and love you more than your parents <3







    ©wtf_ankrit

  • rjaygrace 7w

    Grandma's Kitchen

    Sparkling.
    The definition of the mmaculate serenity.
    It sparkles like the ocean after rain
    Pots and pans stand tall like palms in their prime
    The floor mirrors her footsteps as she sways to the music in her hips
    The stove and the fire complete the aesthetic as they flow with the lyrics in her fingers.

    In grandma's kitchen,
    something is always cooking or has been cooked.
    From the well cultured beauty of soups to the reclined sweetness of popcorn.
    Whether it was a whole meal or dessert,
    grandma's hands calmed hunger's storm, always.

    My body remembers what my tongue forgot.
    My memory reminds my mind of the glory of grandma's kitchen.

    ©rjaygrace

  • rehena 7w

    Grandmother's

    And my everymorning starts with her
    From breakfast stories
    To morning brunch.
    Everytime i ask for encouragement
    She spurts out her life stories and struggles
    Telling me life is precious
    And it's not the end.

    Everydown i take blessings from her
    Only thing she says is
    You will be a great one someday
    And yes, m trying, m growing

  • libra_fey 7w

    @miraquill @writersnetwork thank you for the heart
    #wod #pod #grandma #ceesreposts
    Another EC!!!!!! Thank youuuuu������

    In the pink and red saree of the cotton of her heart,
    I see her looking at me with her love-dosed eyes,
    Where dwells the paradise of great Gods,
    And an ocean of gleaming fireflies,
    In my dreams of nightmares.

    She asks not me but my heart what it starves for,
    It says "nothing but solace",
    With a little smile she said "anything mi amour (my love)",
    And stirred some o(u)nions with her blessed spatula,
    Uniting my lonesome with some insane friends,
    When she met me in my dreams of nightmares,

    I stood bewitched in her kitchen,
    Wondering whether it's a magic or her blessing,
    'til I heard the sizzling singing,
    Of her next breath taking manoeuvre.

    Sizzle sparkling warmth in air like fire works,
    She performed her moves enchanting than magic,
    Spelling the food with ecstatic solace giving charms,
    Adding laughter with the yellow turmeric,
    Love n devil's strength for this demon world with the red chillies,
    And everything for a grand solace giving cuisine,
    Which the naive me never remembered in reality,
    'Cause it was a dream of my nightmare,

    With a pinch of peace giving green coriander leaves,
    She garnished it with her eternal love,
    She served my stunned heart the dish,
    Which it always called 'my grandmother's gift',
    That tasted like a whole new life,
    Which she adorned with her blessing hands,
    That gave me solace on this thorny world.
    She gave me this in my dreams of nightmares.

    //I never saw my grandma in real but for me, every good thing's one of all reason is her blessing and love and of course her guidance in my dreams of nightmares//

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    Dreams of Nightmares

    Blessing my life
    I never saw her from my pity eyes
    But I know she is the reason
    For my life to be a paradise

    ©libra_fey

  • poetrycity 7w

    //from the pov of a seven year old child who was made to leave grandma's house by his parents//
    I miss the taste of your handmade cakes,old shiny plate with some haldi and ghee for tilak on my every birthday,I miss that sweetness in batashe,milk with jaggery you used to serve me every evening.
    I miss those laddus you used to distribute among my friends.
    ©poetrycity

  • thestral_queen 7w

    She is so strong ❤
    she is just a beautiful lady with kind heart ��
    And having lovely soul ��
    You know when she wake up at the morning ��
    Her face had a different glow ✨
    Starting from morning tea for all��
    Her duty starts in the kitchen��
    She never like any messed up things ��
    She has certain rules while she is cooking ��
    No one should disturb her ��
    No one should interfere ��
    She always makes sure that everything should be neat and clean ��
    Her hands are having magic ��
    That makes a dish so tasty ��
    Her handmade MUTTON, everyone's favorite ��
    Her handmade KHIR, everyone's gonna have a good taste ��
    And her special treatment towards me because am her first granddaughter ��
    The way my BOU carry me, The way she just loves me, even now also, it's makes me feel so precious ��
    Ya from last some years it's so difficult for me, my whole family to watch my grandma in pain who is suffering as psychiatrist patient �� ��
    She is not able to remember all things but she remember her QUEEN (me),her whole family, her relations, and her love still constant ��.....
    I miss her activities ��
    I miss her every moment ��
    But I know she will get well soon ��
    I love my nani so so much �� �� to the square of infinity♥.....

    #grandma #wod #mirakeeassistant #miraquillapp
    @writersnetwork @miraquill

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    Bou (AAI- means nani)❣.....

    ©thestral_queen

  • nibras 7w

    Paint peeling from sad walls- in my grandma's kitchen
    Her old, lined hands caressing the familiar shelves;
    Hands lined with wrinkles cradling harsh lines of fate

    Old as time- that grimy stone counter;
    The tiles were from another era
    It wasn't an eyefeast out of a catalogue -My grandma's kitchen

    Remembrance strikes a note of pang now
    But back then little did I know
    My soul was feasting where the eye felt sore- In my grandma's kichten

    It smelled of cinnamon, cardamom and cloves
    On the stove she always brewed for me a pot of love
    I didn't know I was thriving in it- in my grandma's kitchen

    #grandma

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    Cloves and Cinnamon

    ©nibras

  • tellastory2world 7w

    Grandma's Kitchen

    Not always does she enters the kitchen,
    But when that happens,
    the ongoing tradition from decades,
    comes alive,
    in the form of mouth-watering smell,
    delicious taste,
    with a touch of experience,
    a happy heart and a stomach full of affections,
    and a moment for remembrance.
    ©tellastory2world

  • ambi_16 7w

    I still remember her kitchen's promise
    "No one will sleep without a meal"
    By throwing off some tantrums
    And then saying no to food
    Were some of my customs
    To rebel, to prove, to brood
    All but Grandma would go off to bed
    Instead, she would fix me a meal,
    As quickly as she could
    A morsel in one hand
    And wiping my tears with other
    She would make me eat out of her hand
    To that I could never say "Enough"
    I could see Goddess of food in her
    Who fed me bites,showered love
    And every time my lil heart moved a mile
    "Must you know, I yearn
    for that nourishment of love
    ~for you only knew its recipe
    to cook and to feed"

    ©Ambi



    #grandma #wod #miraquill @writersnetwork

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    "Must you know, I yearn
    for the nourishment of love
    ~for you only knew its recipe
    to cook and to feed"


    ©Ambi

  • ira_neer 7w

    #wod #pod #grandma #writersnetwork

    After reading wonderful poems on this topic by other participants, I couldn't stay behind. So, spilled my fond reminiscences on the mirakee platform. Slurp it readers.��

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    My queen

    Wobbling on her aged convex legs
    She entered the kitchen, her absolute domain, to rule
    Kept spic and span with no cobwebs
    She ordered the cooks to ignite the hearth's fuel

    She would perch upon the giant tawny golden teakwood
    A 12 seater dining table, where family gathered for food
    The table near the kitchen stairs, in an undeliberate way was so staged
    Not chair but table's easy to sit was the choice her rheumatic self made
    And from there she then instructed and assisted her two chefs
    About the day's menu to prepare for the gods, the family and the guests

    Powdered spices, the mango, lemon and some other pickles
    Made annually by season and stored
    in clean white muslin sealed huge brown and ivory ceramic jars
    Contributed towards the family's replete pantry
    Pacchhadi, pulaavs, bajji, parothas, spicy coconut curries,
    Endless recipes in list with sambar, rasam, wadas and kababs
    Homemade savouries and sweets, all left our tastebuds tickled

    She deftly governed our sizeable home and hearth for many years
    Amma (Dadiji) brings me joy
    whenever in my fond childhood memories she appears.

    ©ira_neer October 8, 2021

  • husnachikwela 7w

    UNAVALABLE GRAND MOTHER KITCHEN

    Sory to say on that, I can not speak that,
    When she was playing part, I could not see that,
    I do not know what, food which she could want.

    When getting birth after night, I never see her light,
    I do not know about, her kitchen how looks like,
    How she collect her dust, and how she cooks fast.

    Which was she preparing first? And which was it last?
    Which way was she using most, unready food to boost?
    I am Sory on that, I do not know fact.

    When sitting at the kitchen, how was she preparing hen?
    When hen become burn, what was she doing then?
    What about my grand man? Which answer was he return?

    I could like to listen, but nothing I have learn,
    In how she was mistaken, Could not she being beaten?
    Will you like to join? How food was being eaten?
    ©husnachikwela