through seconds of a phone conversation, i felt her grief
her sense of loss, through words she desperately tried to weave
even when she bleeds, she tearfully says to me
hush, don't cry, these things are probably meant to be
deeply saddened by the news, but even more so by what she's been through
as strong as life made her, it rendered her fragile too
controlling the dams of eyes, i want so badly to know how she was
but all i could hear was both our silent thoughts, hoping that it was false
it didn't sink in intially, but hearing her weak trembling cries
i realised that it was real, all real, not a bit of it lies
she ended the call quickly to get a pocket of rest
she needs it much just because this sorrow's too big a test
they say grandmothers are guardian angels, a gift from God to us
let me be hers for just this moment, to comfort her, to show my gratitude at last
snll drifted away at 7:19 AM
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