Yoh!! I almost put an Iron in the fringe…

My Granny is 84

She an early Bird

her cries are unending

yet She keeps on trying to do things, by Her self.

her hands no longer move, The muscles in her hands have become paralyzed.

yet with the two fingers that are still working in each hand. She keeps on trying and Persistently complains.

hoping someone She would help her in her troubles but what remains a shock is that She never ask for help… yet her complains never end.

She is deeply troubled

She finds that her sons are at most of no help

She finds that Life is as it is…

her words have a pin for the heart,

her Words carry alot of curses

her words can provoke even the unprovokable.

She’s troubled…

sometimes I want words that would bring her peace but her fire consumes everything in its path.

As I have no words to her screams and cries, I hear her mockings that destroys my heart but however I don’t have words, at times I do but my mouth fails to alter them.

it has been said that it is of her age,

her reasons phantoms no sense.

yet when She speaks the unspoken

they can’t turn their hands away

and I say”Should one be declared as mad, then one says only what’s carried by wind and flew to a middle of nowhere , meant to be forever lost”.

But who am I to speak for I had been declared almost to be in the same rank but I’m pointed lower .

yet they fail to be silently dead for the truth troubles the heart persistently. so they meet her at her peak, it’s hard to tell who started it when they are at their throats like…

no, I Shouldn’t compare such, it would be wrong of Me.

Her troubles

She’s troubled to keep the truth to herself.

in her presence non find peace.

I seat in her presence and sometimes I even forget Her existence but listen, and hear Her, not everything She says is as dead as it is put, it is just is…

how do I put this down.

She is Old

But Her troubles are not all invalid.

So I keep my silence

my peace..