GRANDMA'S TREE.

A large Mango tree

That has a name

“Grandma's tree”

In every rainy season 

She would blossom,

My Aunty was so happy 

In preparing delicious pickle 

Using its tender fruits.

As soon as it began to ripen

I always prayed a breeze to come 

The cooling area beneath it was 

Venue of playing for kids 

But when my grandpa died

The elders in my family decided

To cut my Grandma’s tree 

As the firewood 

For burying his body .

Though I was a kid 

I embraced it in my tiny hands 

And cried so long 

Till I fell into sleep 

But I could save my ‘’grandma’s tree”

Still it is here, though rotten.