Grandmother

I look at her and smile.
all my childhood, adolescent, not-so-adolescent memories, I have spent with her.
she is the epitome of my strength. she gives meaning to the "unconditional love" I cannot comprehend at times.
looking at her makes me want to protect her, serve her, care for her and do all in my powers to make her life the most beautiful ... as she had made many lives in our family beautiful.
she is not a perfect woman. she screams, she shouts, she goes crazy. but what is all of that when what she do the best to all of us is LOVE.
i often say i die without her. i still feel that. i never know life without her.
she is aging by the day, growing older ... but age is just a number. physical power is just superficial ....
her power over us remains ... her power of love still stands amidst our family.
i love my grandmother like the air i breathe, like the blood that runs my veins.
i understand what it's like to sacrifice ones life to another ... she does that to all of us .. i know i can do it for her as well.
i love you, nay.

later.