Betelnut stains on your mouth
And wrinkles that marrred that face
Rough hands that had the caress of home spun cotton
that voice
that very unnaturally loud voice
For such a frail woman.
A back that stooped
A walk which slowed with every passing day
Small eyes that looked with awe and wonder
And that spirit
Oh that spirit
like a thousand stars overhead
Burning pride that took hold
But stars will not burn forever
And pride can be a disease
But oh that spirit
Unbreakable
Unbeatable
Aita.
You'll live for your spirit.
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3 comments:
you have so beautifully described your aita, its possible to visualize her...
im sure she is proud of you as well :-)
It is really beautiful , the way you have described your grandmother.
Really moving.
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