Those weary, old hands,
So many memories do we share!
Those weary, old hands,
So much of love do we share!
Those weary, old hands,
Which have nurtured me with care,
Those weary, old hands,
Whose pats have solaced me in despair,
Those weary, old hands,
So exerted yet so benign,
Just like her;
My grandmother
Whose allegiance so unfailing,
Who has but so tenderly rendered me,
Whose auspicious charisma has but induced,
Induced into me such blissful felicity,
And given me affection when it was needed,
Yet she has made me weak,
For all I have are these mere words,
Words so feeble,
Too puny to articulate the love there in,
Care and tranquility I have found within,
As she fondly has caressed me,
With those weary, old hands.

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How can we not have a word of mention about my agile and exceptional grandmother?.....Actually she was the one to raise me since my mom is a working woman.....she looked after me and my studies and willingly took that whole lot of burdens upon her shoulders....she truly is my role model and by means of this piece, I just want to say that
I LOVE YOU GRANDMA!!!!!!!