GRANDFATHER AND GRANDMOTHER
I still recall that gentle gleam,
a time once bright, a golden dream,
like murmurs borne from yesterday,
that in my soul still softly stay.
Grandfather, Grandmother, so still,
within their home upon the hill,
their silent grace, their tranquil air,
breathed life where once was dark despair.
With but a glance, they shaped the light,
turned humble hours to pure delight;
they gave their bread, their hands, their care,
and made their quiet love our lair.
O souls so kind, so pure, so true,
who never once bid love adieu,
but gave with flame that never waned,
to hearts their gentle hands had trained.
It’s said the elder’s heart bestows
a love more vast than one yet knows,
and with a vow, both deep and wide,
they gave, and never turned aside.
Their little world, so plain, so bare,
held boundless wealth through how they cared;
their stories bloom like lilac trees,
with roots in time, with leaves in peace.
No day with them shall ever fade,
those moments soft, in light or shade;
be it in storm or silken calm,
they sang our lives with healing balm.
They’ve not gone far, nor are they lost—
they sleep beneath the garden’s moss.
Their breath still stirs the evening air,
their souls drift high through heavens fair.
Rasamindrakotroka Andry Tiana
May 22, 2025
Date de dernière mise à jour : Ven 23 mai 2025
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