Farewell Grandma

The original poem The Prodigal Daughter was posted on 16 October 2019. Now it seems fitting for today’s sentiment.  

The prodigal daughter

car tyres roll on
the crackling pebble road
I drag my laden footsteps
to the yellow mud brick house
the door of my childhood flung open
grandma greets me with
her broad smile hung on
her criss cross face
my body quivers
at the sight of
the new fallen snow
my heart is filled with
flushed blood of
coming home


Author: Cassa Bassa

🇦🇺🇨🇳 inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfit child 😊

22 thoughts on “Farewell Grandma”

  1. Those whose time has come today won’t last until tomorrow, it’s the rule of life and we have nothing to do but to accept it, stay strong 🌟🌹

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  2. Cassa this is not only beautiful. It is deeply touching. It’s a great poem and a wonderful tribute. I am sure it speaks to plenty of people. Thank you for sharing. You are a sweetheart.


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