#grandmother

164 posts
  • scarlet 10w

    A place where I can go back to when I need a rewind button.
    A checkpoint to hold my childhood memories safe, under lock and key.
    A place to return to when my roots are all but lost.
    How long till I lose this last connection to my past?

    #grandmother #love #life #brother #childhood #memories #pod #promises #past #questions #wod

    @miraquill @mirakeeworld @writersnetwork @readwriteunite

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    I wandered around my grandmother's house, reminiscing
    The walls that were the first hurdles I ever conquered,
    The resplendent garden where my childhood bloomed,
    The worn-out furniture I had once vanquished,
    The kitchen where I tasted nothing but delicacies,
    The voice that lulled me into the deepest of slumbers.
    I look at my brother, his eyes too seem lost in the past
    Together we look back, at this collection of childhoods,
    This resilient foothold of our shared memories,
    How long can it withstand the ravages of time?
    ©scarlet

  • madinah_writes 14w

    Today,
    I read poems people wrote about their grandmother.
    Even though I didn't see mine or witness her love,
    I know what her touch felt like.
    What I heard of her was how much she loved and cared for me.
    My grandmother thought me how to sleep with my eyes open.
    Wide open to look inward and feel the weight of my heart.
    In her eyes stood magical galaxies.
    In her heart sat a revolution of beauty and talent.
    Sitting under the baobab tree that served as kitchen,
    Grandma would wake before the first cock's crow to burn dry woods.
    Everyone is still asleep.
    The day just begin to yawn in dusky Dawn.
    Grounding pepper on a flat stone to make our local dish.
    My grandma first taught me how to endure the peppery fish.
    Smoke filling the morning till it touches the sky,
    Grandma would lay me on her sweaty back which served as my first bed.
    I clocked one and she passed.
    Well, that was destiny. All left with me is imaginary memories and a wishful smile.
    For I never knew my grandmother but I felt her love.

    #grandmother #rememberance #memory #old #black #hair #blackamerican #african #miraquill #bittertruth #reality #beauty #makeup #childhood #past #writersbay #writeup #writerscommunity #shy #blackbeauty

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    Grandma's Love
    ©madinah_writes

  • smile_its_sunnah 14w

    Grand - Mother...

    She isn't getting old, she's gaining wisdom,
    Her movements aren't getting older, they enjoying every moment carefully,
    She is not forgetting her memories, she's ensuring you remember her continuously,
    She's not being nosy, she is just over caring,
    She is not the mother of your mother, instead she is the reason you have a mother, she is your....

    GRAND - MOTHER!

    #grandma #grandmother #writersnetwork #miraquill #pod #wod
    @writersnetwork @miraquill

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    Grand-mothers Concoction.

    Kindhearted glory embezzles scented respect,

    Selflessness traits envicted tasteful compassion,

    Humbling pride empowered willful selfish delusions freshful,

    Loving endearment concluded unworthy characterstic stale,

    Motherly ectasy divulged melancholic memories rotten,

    As Grand - mothers are mothers of wisdom, intellect and righteousness.
    ©smile_its_sunnah

  • anjaligosain 22w

    Digital

    When she was in the jaws of death
    She kept longing for her home
    The land was a land of war
    Where she was born

    They say she was a rich young woman
    When she was in her roaring 30's
    Digital world forgot to mention
    My grandmother who lost her history

    Her love, her dreams,
    her white color ambassador
    Her mother, her brother
    A friend who was a great believer

    That she will find her life again
    In partner who will calm her storm
    When she was in the jaws of death
    She peacefully laid in her home.


    ©anjaligosain

  • eggy50 26w

    #grandmother
    First of all its just a story. Its not related to my real life.
    I wanted to convey how mentally people pressurize on others. So I wrote what ever came to my mind.
    I m not sure whether it's a poem or prose.

    PLEASE CORRECT MY GRAMMAR ERRORS.

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    Mental state

    I was in my grandmother's house,
    The scenario of it was different,
    People were abusing me,
    For being her grandchild,
    I was just a 5 years little girl,
    I did not know much,
    About the things that took place
    In my grandmother's house
    But I clearly remember
    People's screaming, crying
    And infact cursing my granny.
    I used to wonder what exactly she did,
    But I couldn't know.
    Once I woke around scrubbing my eyes,
    And saw my mother crying,
    I asked why was she crying
    but she didn't say anything, instead
    She hugged me and started crying hard,
    My grandmother was lying on bed,
    Without speaking a word,
    Red fluid was all over her,
    I was uttering her name and
    Asking her to feed me the dinner,
    My mother said she will no longer feed you
    I was in a shock but it was fine
    Later,
    Its been 10 years,
    Now I still remember her,
    And wonder what happened to her ,
    I found answer to that long last question,
    They torchered her mentally and killed
    Cause of being too kind,
    Now i feel sorry for her,
    We have money everything
    But I don't have her by my side,
    My grandmother was indeed a great person.
    ©eggy50

  • chandanaramesh 30w

    To Ammamma❤️

    I always wondered how, your hands can heal any hurt,
    Or cooled my fevered brow
    Your care and your patience
    Were those that taught me how.
    You always make me feel so loved,
    By words,deeds, a kiss, hug or just a smile,
    You shower it in all the ways,
    It's the special grandma- style!
    Sometimes you are my playmate,
    And most often my mentor too,
    I learnt to take life as it came,
    From nobody else but you!
    No matter how much I grow up, or you grow old,
    I will always be your loving little one,
    For I am more than just blessed to have you in my life,
    And you can be replaced by None.
    Love you so much Ammamma
    ©chandanaramesh

  • chandanaramesh 30w

    To Ammamma❤️

    I always wondered how, your hands can heal any hurt,
    Or cooled my fevered brow
    Your care and your patience
    Were those that taught me how.
    You always make me feel so loved,
    By words,deeds, a kiss, hug or just a smile,
    You shower it in all the ways,
    It's the special grandma- style!
    Sometimes you are my playmate,
    And most often my mentor too,
    I learnt to take life as it came,
    From nobody else but you!
    No matter how much I grow up, or you grow old,
    I will always be your loving little one,
    For I am more than just blessed to have you in my life,
    And you can be replaced by None.
    Love you so much Ammamma
    ©chandanaramesh

  • vakilankita 35w

    An ode to my Baa

    You cannot hear her anymore,
    but she walks beside you just like before.
    She still tells you legendary stories and prayers
    to make you stronger than your fears.
    She is not visible when you look through your eyes,
    but in your prayers, she replies.
    You constantly feel the love in your heart
    even though she is in heavenly abode, your souls are never apart.
    ©vakilankita

  • beensn 36w

    Voice of kid

    If you want to stay young forever, be with your mother,
    You are always a kid for her, age never matter.
    Moms are always beautiful and cool,
    They are so wonderful and their actions are thoughtful.
    Mothers give a special feeling which cannot be bound by words,
    They are tireless, selfless and does lot of sacrifices.
    Cares, cooks, plays, teaches, enjoys, cries, pleads,
    Prays, wipes our tears, pampers, scolds and inspires.
    She is not only our mom but a friend, a sister and a partner,
    Can assure everything possible under the sun- a sweet liar!
    This day is to acknowledge and wish all that something special,
    For mothers, grandmothers and great grandmothers who are incredible.
    © beensN

  • nm_bloggslove_ 39w

    A small package , neatly tied in ribbons
    Cute and pretty, pink on white with polka dots
    From the doorstep excited, I took it in,
    On opening I witnessed a small pearl shining
    So beautiful...... sparkling , radiating luminance
    As I took it I remembered my grandmother,
    For her favourite was pearls and jewellery
    As if she sent this to me ,addressing her concerns and ordeals
    From somewhere above , smiling like the pearl!

    #gift#precious#grandmother


    @mirakee@mirakeeworld@writersnetwork

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    The gift...

    ©nm_bloggslove_

  • porcupine 42w

    Grandmother

    G - Great parent who cares alot
    R - Really wonderful to visit
    A - Amazing at crafts and cooking
    N - Nice friendly and kind
    D - Does not let anyone harm her grandkids
    M - Mother to her kids and grandkids
    O  - Oval candy dish which is always full
    T  - Treats all her children equally
    H  - Has the best stories to tell
    E  - Each visit is memorable
    R  - Remembers all the grandkids' names
    ©porcupine

  • samyukta_saru 43w

    Time for goodbye's...

    She might not have been a good example
    But her love for us was as pure as one can imagine for
    I might have wished for her to part ways and go the other side
    But now when it's time to say our goodbyes
    I feel broken , i feel pain , i feel my heart heavy
    My thoughts are racing with memories to hold on to
    But every bit of a memory is so blurred
    I feel helpless in the moment
    My cries are trapped in my throat
    I want to hug her and let her know
    That being a part of her i will miss her for sure
    There will always be this void in my soul
    Where she had always belonged and ruled as a whole
    ©samyukta_saru

  • vakilankita 44w

    Wish could have more time
    Wish could say last good bye
    Wish could never grow old
    Wish could never die!
    ©vakilankita

  • vakilankita 44w

    Baa in heaven

    Thus I have heard,
    Thus I have felt,
    Both Freedom
    and
    Bondage
    are within thyself!
    ©vakilankita

  • poukii 44w

    My Grandma

    The moment when innocent toothless smile
    flickered on my lips seeing her calm nurturing aura,
    marked the beginning of our never ending kinship.
    For it was a blissful moment of ecstasy for a woman,
    who had once lost her angel child.
    Our relationship was more sacred and stronger
    than a mother's love towards her child.
    What an eloquent and antique name
    she had sorted-out for me!.
    She endured all my acts filled with naughtiness
    and covered me with kisses.
    She chanted "Ganesh Mantras"and prayed
    to remove obstacles that I had in my studies.
    No other drink that I had sipped until now,
    tasted like her hot horlicks milk.
    The songs that she taught me during my childhood,
    had imprinted in depth in my mind.
    No one else had prayed for me,
    with such a great devotion and earnestness.
    Her love was the fuel that
    enabled me to do the impossible.
    Her lessons of forgiveness and compassion,
    always navigated me towards the right path in life.
    Once when she was hospitalized,I experienced
    deep emptiness and loneliness as of never before.
    Her unconditional love had always given me
    immense strength to face hurdles in life.
    I loved her more than my successful working mom,
    as she made me realise that
    " Pure unconditional love is all above money".
    I had never ever met such a woman with
    so much selflessness and forgiveness.
    Her intense devotion towards"Lord Shriram"
    and deep understanding of principles of Ramayan
    encouraged her to serve others selflessly since childhood.
    She is not just my Grandma for me,
    she is like my second mother,
    she is my Guru.
    She is my heartbeat,
    as I can't imagine living without her.
    She loves me with all her heart and soul.

    " She is my nurturing core, a core that is deep rooted."
    ©poukii

  • darshankumar_ 45w

    " Woh WOMEN nhi hai
    WO-MEN hai &
    WO(nderful) (hu)Man hai "


    ❤️HAPPY INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S DAY❤️

    ©darshankumar_

  • sympathy 47w

    My Mom

    I FOUND SOMEONE IN MY LIFE
    WHO CARE FOR ME,
    SOMEONE WHO LOVES ME,
    SOMEONE WHO WILL BE WITH ME FOREVER,
    SOMEONE WHO SCOLDS ME WHEN I'M WRONG,
    SOMEONE WHO HUG ME TIGHT WHEN I'M SAD OR DEPRESSED,
    THE PERSON WAS THERE FROM THE BEGINNING OF MY BIRTH.
    THE DESTINY IS ALREADY DECIDED TO BE WITH THAT PERSON.
    THE PERSON IS VERY SPECIAL TO ME.

    I FOUND A LOVE ,
    MY MOM♥️
    ©emeemareji

  • saqlain_14 50w

    " MISS YOU GRANDMA "

    O Granny! O Granny!
    Come back to me through Rays of Sun'ny,
    Your Child is Crude without your Love
    To be Hidden in Cave is the manner of Dove,
    My Core is in the Grief of your disappearance
    I can See you again give me that Lens.
    ©saqlain_14

  • divyat_kaavish 52w

    नानी

    "नारी के लिए विशेष रूप से "अबला" शब्द का प्रयोग होता है। जब की पुरूष भी उतना ही अबल है जितना कि नारी अबला। सबल-अबल का खेल व्यक्ति विशेष पर नहीं ब्लकि समय पर निर्भर करता है। तभी तो चंडिका जब लक्ष्मी बन गई, अपनी ताकत को भूल गई।"
    सन् 1960s में लिखे गए दो गद्यों में नानी ने ना ही केवल स्त्री होने के अर्थ को समझाया है बल्कि इंसानियत को सर्वोपरि मानते हुए धर्म, जाति, रूप, रंग, और लिंग के हर मायने को नकारा है।
    "स्त्री पुरुष से कमज़ोर होती है" इसे बहुत समय तक एक तथ्य माना गया। नतीजतन स्त्री-पुरुष के जेंडर रोल्स को उनके धर्मों के निर्वहन का रूप दे दिया गया। औरत का माँ होना आवश्यक माना गया। दलित का दबा कुचला होना अनिवार्य माना गया। अल्पसंख्यकों का बहुमत के हिसाब से चलना अतिआवश्यक माना गया। यानी की हर किसी का एक ढांचा बना के तैयार कर दिया गया, जिसके अनुकूल ही मौजूद रहने को एकमात्र सच माना गया। यदि कोई उस ढांचे को नकारे तो उसके बहिष्कार को समाज ने न्यायसंगत घोषित कर दिया। यहीं एक सिद्धांत सार्वभौमिक है - जैसा कहा जाए, वैसा नज़र आना। पर आप अपने ढाचें को स्वयं बनाइये - नहीं ये मैं नहीं कह रही, सन् 1963 में नानी ने ही कहा था -
    "परेशानी में इंसान को प्रतिशोध की जलती लपटों में सर्वदा के लिए अपने को बंदी समझने को मजबूर होना पड़ता है। परंतु यदि जीना है तो मुर्दे की ही ज़िन्दगी क्यों जीयें?"

    ©whispering_waves (काविश)

  • seharnaama 53w

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