Grandpa left
without prior notice
leaving unfinished the story
of great warriors chanting,
"Khali! Khali!"
years later Grandma followed
Grandpa too soon after
she declared,' no dark colors, nor knit brows
neither wailing on my wake-
play the guitar, be merry and enjoy the show."
there were singing between
sobs, foodfest galore and chain
smoking inside the parlor littered
with flowers sewn as wreaths
but Grandmas's Sampaguita adorns my hair.
in rememberance now is seen
Grandpa's smile,Grandma's wink in every face
parcing their loving tricks
making all children rather chic.
