my grandmother

when everyone show up,pat me and go,

she comes near me and drives my tears slow..

when she closes her eyes,

holding them roll down.

i feel more beloved,when she does so.
the time i see my pain in her face,

it just goes toughest; but i do cry less.

when her lap gets wet,

where my tears rest,

there's where her warmth..smelling its best.

BUT,
the utopia i reach,

and the heaven i feel.

is when i hide myself,
tight between her breasts.