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.
December 19, 2015 at 1:07 pm
Very lovely.
December 19, 2015 at 1:08 pm
Thank you so much 🙂
December 19, 2015 at 1:09 pm
You are most welcome. It is a touching piece.
December 19, 2015 at 1:18 pm
❤ ❤
December 19, 2015 at 1:53 pm
Nostalgic…I miss my grandma’s lap too….
December 19, 2015 at 4:11 pm
❤ ❤ hugs, am fortunate to have both my grandmas alive but still miss them with the distance between us ❤ and the childhood days
December 19, 2015 at 2:18 pm
Beautifully written 🙂
December 19, 2015 at 4:12 pm
Thank you so much Richard 🙂
December 20, 2015 at 1:32 am
Welcome 🙂
December 19, 2015 at 4:12 pm
You belong here my dear. Do what you do best.
December 20, 2015 at 1:10 am
Thank you baba 🙂
December 19, 2015 at 4:43 pm
What a sweet short story. Really enjoyed reading this!
December 20, 2015 at 1:10 am
Thank you so much 🙂
December 20, 2015 at 12:08 am
heartwarming. Thanks Neha.
December 20, 2015 at 1:11 am
Thank you Brad 🙂
December 20, 2015 at 9:04 am
🙂
December 20, 2015 at 6:29 am
Much love to you, Neha…I pray for you to be surrounded in love and peace during this holy season ♡
December 20, 2015 at 9:55 am
Thank you my friend and much love and blessings to you and your loved ones ❤
December 20, 2015 at 6:09 pm
Beautiful story, Neha! Brings back sweet childhood memories 🙂
December 20, 2015 at 7:16 pm
Thank you so much ❤ ❤
December 22, 2015 at 9:14 pm
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!
December 22, 2015 at 9:58 pm
Thank you my friend. This was inspired by my maternal grandma as well 🙂
December 22, 2015 at 10:21 pm
You are welcome and how wonderful 🙂
December 22, 2015 at 10:18 pm
Very nostalgic and warm…loved this piece.
December 22, 2015 at 10:19 pm
Thank you so much Marie ❤
December 22, 2015 at 10:44 pm
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!!!!
December 24, 2015 at 11:18 am
Thank you so much Wendall I am so glad you shared such fond memories of your grandma 🙂
January 3, 2016 at 12:28 am
Very well written… 🙂
Many grandmothers are woth much more than their weight in gold , my mother’ mother was indeed too… 🙂
January 3, 2016 at 9:14 am
Thank you so much 🙂