Entamma!

You were the sun on rainy days,

a whisper of peace in a world gone loud,

your smile—a light so radiant

it softened even the hardest clouds.

You held my hand through every storm,

with grace that time could not erase,

and every word you ever spoke

still lingers in this quiet space.

I search for you in morning birds,

in teacups warm, in flowers near—

in all the little, sacred things

you taught me to hold dear.

But this ache, it doesn’t listen,

this grief, it has no end—

it carves your name in every breath

and calls you more than friend.

If they had buried me with you then,

I’d be reveling in your embrace

wherever you are,

I wouldn’t have to endure this world without you.

Still, I rise because you showed me how,

with gentleness stitched deep in bone.

But oh, if love alone could bring you back—

I’d never be alone.

I’ll carry your laughter in my voice,

your kindness in the way I live,

and every step I take from here

will be a step you helped me give.

So rest, sweet soul, and shine up high—

I’ll meet you in the stars above.

You were more than a grandmother—

you were my first, forever love.