Grandparents

By Mark Eati

I wrote this poem for my paternal grandparents who live in India

Tell my grandparents I want a
Pot of love for me from them
A pot of kisses hot off their lips
And a picture of them framed

They were so nice to me when they were here
Tell them I love them

Many years passed last time before I saw them
Tell them not to wait that long this time

I want every ounce of the same love from them
It was never enough for me

I am waiting to see them again
It will be joyful when we meet again

With Love, Mark