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Sweet Memories

Being a child,I was brought up with great care,
What i realize now is no more here.

My grandma nourished me like mother
When of my own I was having other.

My real mom was having task of caring.
My grandma took mask of my lover.

So many wrinkles my lover had on face
I used to play with them and her loving gaze.

My school i remember was so near
Mother never forgot to send fresh water bright,
To be there before off-time for her dear
My grandma would come in hard sunlight.

We used to come with tired little faces
Heavy satchels with bent backs,and open laces,

Searching her,and with each other racing.
In front of school gate there she waiting.

To take love with her affectionate hands
Is what now ignored unconquered unseen lands.

My mother is still with me loving
Tired she is of so much working.

Late i m in learning house-arts,not so bold
Weak I feel in returning her reliable hold.

Feeling so emotional ,want to weep for one who has gone from my life and want to weep for one who is in my life but i m not successful in serving rightly.
I love my mom and my grandma.
may Allah bless them both.
sunshines333 sunshines333 18-21, F Jul 6, 2012

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