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Writer's pictureSharon Naidoo

A poem for my grandmother

Updated: Nov 7

The 5th of April marked the annual memorial service of my granny’s passing. Our family came together on the day to complete the traditional, customary rituals of her one-year passing. My granny knew the joys and the sorrows of life, having been married as a young girl, a mother to six children, grandmother to ten grandchildren, and great-grandmother to twelve great-grandchildren. She embodied beauty, love and devotion.


In my capacity as the master of ceremonies, I brought deep reflection into my journey as the woman I am today – especially in my very (very) early years when I lived with my maternal grandparents and family because both my parents worked in the day. My biggest learning from my grandmother is the way in which I carry the burdens of being a woman with strength, elegance and grace.


It was an emotional day… and so all I have left to say as I carry her forward is this – a poem for my grandmother:


Dear Aya,


Late one Sunday afternoon after a meal well prepared

I decided to kick my way

What started as indigestion

Turned to an eagerly awaited, first-born reception


My dad nervous with bountiful joy

My mum glowed and revelled in pride

Never my aunties and uncles, always my Ukkas and Unnas

And my dearest Aya and Thatha


Love, joy and happiness I had in abundance

Spoils, treats and visits were never short

So much of who I am today

Is defined from the love of our shared yesterdays


We had long conversations over our daily chores

With an ever-streaming of friends and family through these doors


Our days started with Thatha’s butter toast and black tea,

Then came his sour porridge and chutney

Lunch was always something yummy

Three o'clock was our special baking time, and tea

Afternoons spent making handmade bread and curries

At 6pm, the household turned into a flurry

Everyone returning from their day


In between we had the women’s circle

With baskets of treats for Pre and I

Cheese sandwiches, yellada, fruit cake and a banana or two

The trips to RK Khans Hospital was just as fun

While you stood queuing for your medicines

The market visits were just as exciting

With fresh tomatoes, green chillies and vegetables galore

Always a treat for the well-behaved two


You never stuck to our parents' rules

We are only children you would say

With you, we shared our hearts and secrets too

From first boys, to my goolab jamun that wouldn’t glue in the oil

To the first movie experience where we ignored our curfew

You were always saving us


Let me share once more, I am loved Aya,

You need to worry no more, my heart is safe Aya

I found my knight too


From being such a big, strong and powerful force of nature

Cooking, serving and nourishing so many

Nineteen years ago, a stroke took your body

I wandered, praying for your suffering to end

I was obsessed with why you would choose to live


For all those years,

I could not bear to see you

Stuck to a bed or a chair

My heart broke and fear struck at the irony of life


Then it dawned

That your love for us all was so boundless, limitless and unselfish

That you only needed your eyes and your heart to love

For all you wanted was to see and feel the family grow

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