My sweet and short grandma,
everybody called her "Bibi".
I was the only to call her "Bebe",
for that she used to laugh.
she taught me to stay strong,
and she is the reason of my personality.
She taught me how to cook,
she was there with us when we used to study.
In my childhood,
she used to take me everywhere she went.
In her old age, I used to pull her soft skin,
and she used to get irritated but laughed.
In her last days, she suffered a lot,
she was trembling when I saw her.
she was trying to talk to me,
and the next day she passed away.
It's been more than a year,
but I still can't believe she is gone.
You were and will always be our strength,
we all love you and miss you my "Bebe".
©richugarg
R