No unnatural death

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By jadia4708au

I have seen no uncertain death It was first time when I went to lay a wreath My grand mother had recently passed away I had spent considerable time with full stay I go back to my childhood memory She may take all steps to make me merry I was her beloved and very dear child She was never annoyed and remained mild She may spread her hand on my head In sound sleep I may feel touch and quietly read She has the magic in hand and is quite apparent I would forget everything even past and current All the mothers of world are like that This was reveled by grand and several times stated Nobody can compare her with any object She is known by her graceful act Such lovely figure is not among us My mother had so much love and trust She may shed tears in little away place So we should not see her pale face She confided me how last days were so painful Grandma was so critical but remained cheerful She remembered me even to her last breath I was the only one not present at the time of death Everybody at that time was choked with emotions We had to pray for her peaceful departure without any options It was Almighty’s wish and we had to only pray We could only weep and could not see her going away She had so much deep affection We could see in her eyes that reaction She wanted to speak but could do nothing We waited for her to speak something Mother confided me something more Grandma at the end was very sorry and sore She never wanted me to be away from home She waited for me to see her and welcome She had her last remembrance She had opted for this relation happily at once She had worked day and night for our well being She did everything for happiness to bring I would go for her feeling She did it for us happily and willing How could we be that ungrateful? She had done exceedingly well and remained resourceful Every household has one old character They may remain main figure and anchor The family ship has to be towed safely to shore It always requires something more and more I look at her shining eyes and face I find everything in her and there is nothing more to trace She is doyen of all mothers with smiling personality May be this is only one remaining quality

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