Granny..

   When we three sat on the sofa yesterday,

I was reminded of once upon a time

  where the equations were different.

I took myself on a journey back in time

   when I was nothing but a bundle in my mom's hands.

I don't remember anything from those days

  but photographs suffice-

 Of a beautiful mom in cream saree, tired yet proud

 and a 'once more beautiful' and 'then still beautiful'

 Grand mom in all her grandness,holding us tight.

  Years in motion,

    Old Age on hunt,

Grand mom fell prey.

Freckles and Grey hair,

   But still my adorable  SUPERMOM.

        I see another shot from past,

    of which I have memories.

    On this same sofa,we sat a dozen years back

    on my twentieth birthday.

My mom hugged me tight

  and my grand mom hugged me tighter.

We made a lovely three,with myself most comfortable 

  in a midst I would call Heaven.

Grandmom was becomin granny,

I knew from her face.

She clutched me tight,

Taking grip of a life she was losing hold of.

A shadow of life once lived,

she shrivelled into a bundle.

  A bundle of emotions dried up

  A bundle of memories crumbled

  A bundle of body systems waned.

Yesterday,we hugged her tight

Our precious bundle.

She did not identify her princess

or her darling angel

around which her life once revolved.

Senility hurts those around.

   As she sat between us, 

Tears filled our eyes.

I tried to pick her incoherent words.

Tears fell on my rounded belly

I could feel a move there.

Yes,my granny's message had been decoded there.