a picture, a pencil sketch
etched in black and white
stopped me in my tracks,to gaze-
glimpse in bewiderment, in awe
of reflected familiarity,my own?
wait, it can't be, how could it be?
as i trace the features one by one
many an emotion skip my mind
she seems so young, was i ever so?
she was carefree, she lived life so
who is she? why do i feel connected?
stop, she is not me but she is in me
even though we are so disconnected?
i should've known the answer was close
yet it gave me great pleasure, to know
her eyes spoke to me, just as her words
rang in my ears, i knew her deep down
within my heart, the knowledge took shape
just as she walked in to announce
as only she, my adorable ammoomma can do
'Appoopa sketched me, I was seventeen'
This is for my Ammooma, my grandma, who is a role model for me, her grace and her charm
beats no other and she is indeed a woman to be reckoned with. Also fits the prompt for 3WW.
*Appooppa is what I call my grandpa, he was a lucky man.