What were previously enchanting eyes
Are now tired and glassy
Her graceful movements of old 
Have now become slow and stiff
Her angelic voice of yore
Is now hoarse and strained

Her fear of being 
Unloved and forgotten
Unjustified, really
Since she is the reason 
I am who I am today
So how could I ever 
Hate her or forget her?

She may seem different now
More tired and worn 
Her mind more demented
Forgetting the very principles
She raised us with
No thanks to Father Time
And his cruel touch

Still
She is everything to me
And will continue to be 
Forever.
Dedicated to my grandma, Madam Narayani (pictured)

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