My Grand Mother - Amamma

This is for my grand mother who took time to chisel me😊
 My Grand Mother-Amamma

She had been to me a shadow
That could rise and give me shade.
Though like an autumn meadow
Her smiles had begun to fade,
My treasure lay in her eyes
That softly peered to know my pains.

I only saw a child disguised-
She saved only to give away-
Her life had been a prop to woes
Of all that went into her sway.
Her knowledge was but to suppose
That health and wealth were two supports
For life to lean and to relax
And wait for storms to go away.
Her eyes had drunk a lot of tears;
I had not seen them reach her cheeks.
Hers were always silent fears
That liked to fight but not go meek.
Her lap had lulled me into sleep;
Her lips had lashed me back to light;
I had basked beneath her care,
With never a want or woe to fight.
Some moody days sent her back,
To memories of her yesterdays-
With beady eyes she would relate
That Luck refused to come her way;
Of every twist in her punishing fate
She told me, moulding me like clay.
Though protected I am, unlike her,
Cautious do I tread till date.
A lifetime's woes she passed on to me
And made me richer, every way!
"When I'm gone, will you think of me?"
Amamma, yes, now and all the way!