Grandmother's Heart Is Always Rich Poem by Jacson Gelato

No one calls a grandmother poor
as her dignity in full she must enjoy
while she lives, after she dies
no one must ever take away
her respect or honour;
many golden steps of life
pass without parents light
before little boys and girls
into men and women grow
but the grandmother is the one
who silently endures the duty, the pains
of helping and caring for her grandchildren
teaching them to eat, sleep and pray
when in her care they are entrusted;
and though her legs are weary and slow
she walks them to school with beaming pride
and involves herself in their upbringing
until these little children mature
and into the world emerge
to live by themselves and chase their own dreams
while forgotten go those
grandma's nursery rhymes and bedtime stories;
and as her days keep progressing into senescence
those grandchildren don't come back to her
until that moment when they have to lift
a handful of earth's soil
and place it gently onto her resting face;
and though their hearts ache
with gratitude for her
they can never dis-connect
that bond of attachment they feel towards her
and never will their lips ever choose
to say or utter how poor was their grandmother
or what poorly things she did to make two ends meet
because a grandmother's dignity
is always greater than a mother's
as the social respect and dignity she has gained
she has passed on to her generations
she considers her own children as her treasure
and those grandchildren born out of them are her jewels
as she believes her great-grandchildren will be
an extension of her future
so endless is her love-chain,
a demure connection
more stronger than any metal,
more lustrous than any star.