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As I slept,
I dreamt, one day
That my grandfathers
Were back for a day.

The dear departed-
I welcomed them in
with smiles and tears
I couldn't reign in.

Neither one said a word
To break the silence.
There was nothing to say.
Everything too trivial
For their fleeting stay.

So we sat in the quiet,
My grandfathers and I
Until I let out
A sad little sigh

They looked at me
Questions in their eyes
I felt a deep sadness
Too deep to cry

Men whose wisdom
Could have been mine
Whom I'd talked so little to
As a child
Who were pillars of strength
In their own ways
But whom too soon
Death snatched away

These men, whom only time defeated
I wanted their love
I felt cheated

So I poured my heart out
On that fateful day
They said not a word
They had nothing to say.

But in the end,
As they rose to leave
They kissed me
Oh! So tenderly
And I woke to realise
What I hadn't before

They were here to stay- forever more!

- Ananya Ravikumar ,2012


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I've been terribly busy for a while, but I don't want to stop this. I have an English test tomorrow and I was just reading a story about grandparents. :) So although this is something I wrote last year, it seems appropriate for my frame of mind today.


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  1. C.P. Ravikumar1 July 2013 at 21:46

    CHP would have been proud!
    As much as I am today!
    May be a shade prouder!
    I cannot say!

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  2. the paintbrush2 July 2013 at 16:17

    Thank you. :)

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