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My grandmother has died


Song of an Owl V



Lady of majesty and grace,
Mother of seven children,
Grandmother of eighteen children,
Great grandmother of nineteen children;
Her name is Annamma Zachariyas.
She was married to a man from Chemmazhikkatt family,
A glorious bond of dignity, respect and honor.
She has fought well against the odds of life and
Survived,
For, she was a woman of determination and dignity.
Moving to Malabar, she had nothing but her seven children,
They lived fighting against the wild animals who visited their lands for foods.
She has shown her children and grandchildren the value of life,
Glory and dignity of family and tradition.
She taught her younger generations the lessons of life,
She was royal,
Lived every moment in Jesus Christ and Mother Mary,
She is a saint, who always keeps her children’s life safe,
In heaven, she is praying for her children, grandchildren and great grandchildren.
She lived and I saw her,
She nursed me when I was born and told me bed stories.
She taught me how to pray and live.
She was my comfort in troublesome, I could always go
And seek solace.
She waited for me on the porch every evening
For my return from school,
I always reserved my right cheek for her lovely kiss,
And both of her cheeks were for my kiss.
She has lived and witnessed her following generations,
She has shown us a great tradition and lineage to follow,
A tradition of honor, and lineage of dignity.
I have nothing for you grandma, but my memories of you.
You are still alive here in my memories.
I love you and give me your both cheeks for my kiss.



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