'Twas again that time of the year
This time, her day was devoid of cheer.
For it was the twenty second day
Since her darling grandma had passed away.
And it would be the very first birthday
Without her Ammuma's usual "Happy Birthday, molley"
From the lady who moulded her life in ways she didn't know
Gave her love of reading and medicine and watched them grow.
She brooded on ; lost in memories of days gone by,
Irrationally wondering why people have to die.
When suddenly her reverie was broken by a ring shrill
Disoriented, she jumped up, 'twas the phone's trill.
She picked it up and heard her Grandpa's bellow.
"Hello , hello !!! Athu Parvati aano?"
"Yes, Appupa", she replied concernedly, "Are you okay?"
"Of course, I am. But isn't it your birthday today?"
The rest of the conversation passed by in a haze
When she hung up, a glint of happiness brightened her gaze.
For her Appupa had never remembered his grandchildren's birthdays ever before in his life
Without some not - so - gentle prodding from his beloved wife.
The day, it got much better from there.
Some might call it whimsical, but she doesn't care,
For it seemed like her darling Ammuma had told her,
"Kariyalle, ponnumolley. When you call me, I'll always be here"
Doctor Witch
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