The grandmother who is always on my mind
May 23, 2023
I wrote about you in my diary
I sat on a bench and cried
I wrote and cried, wrote and cried, and I
weep every time I think about you.
You who cannot read or write
You who worked under the scorching sun since 8 years old
You who woke up at three in the morning to make a living and it still wasn’t enough
You who delivered a few tablets just to feed your grandchildren
and ended up here.
I always cry thinking about you
Without the face but whose skin
Rippled like a million-year-old sea and charcoaled like
a woman who fought for others than her own self.