forgottenmeadows

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Grandma’s Lap

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Sometimes what she missed most about being a child was sleeping on her grandma’s lap, dreaming of all the characters in the fairy tales she heard before sleep. Her mind clear, without the veil of worries haunting her. Her heart free of the heavy weight she felt as an adult, of the things that needed to get done, of places she needed to be, of people she needed to heed.

She missed the innocent nights where she would just talk, all night, with her grandma about nothing and everything, without being judged…from the number of cookies she ate that day to the new friend she made at the park. Her grandma in turn would tell her about her own childhood stories of being the only girl in school growing up, about her favourite dish as a child, about her own grandma who she grew up with. They would lay there laughing about the neighbour next door who was too loud, they would talk about the fish they bought from the market that day. She missed her grandma’s laugh when she hugged her, but what she missed most was falling asleep on her grandma’s lap.

 

story and image copyright neha 2015

story and image copyright neha 2015

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Author: forgottenmeadows

I am a dreamer and a writer who loves to ponder on the words of the soul.

29 thoughts on “Grandma’s Lap

  1. Nostalgic…I miss my grandma’s lap too….

  2. You belong here my dear. Do what you do best.

  3. What a sweet short story. Really enjoyed reading this!

  4. Much love to you, Neha…I pray for you to be surrounded in love and peace during this holy season ♡

  5. Beautiful story, Neha! Brings back sweet childhood memories 🙂

  6. A beautiful story of the bond between grandmother and granddaughter. This made me miss my maternal grandmother so much. Thank you for stirring these nostalgic feelings, Neha!

  7. Very nostalgic and warm…loved this piece.

  8. My grandmother was and still is even though she passed on to be with the Lord, the love of my life. Your poem made her smile come alive within my heart and mind Neha…you made my evening!!!!

  9. Very well written… 🙂

    Many grandmothers are woth much more than their weight in gold , my mother’ mother was indeed too… 🙂

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