At eighty of her age, on a night,
Mama's grandma died;
Papa cried, mom cried, all cried,
So Mama cried.
Next day, Mama asked her mom,
"Where's grandma gone?"
Mom, with tearful eyes, said,
"She's gone to heaven."
"Where's heaven, mom?", asked
Mama eagerly;
"There's it, above our head.", said
Her mom straightly.
"Wow, so grand and beautiful
The heaven is!",
Looking heavenward, Mama said
With kind of a craze.
"There must be lots of goodies
For my grandma!";
"Yes, yes, there're so many goodies
For her, Mama.",
Her mom responded positively,
As Mama went on,
"Won't you go, mom, to the grand
And beautiful heaven?"
Bemused with Mama's question,
Mom giggled and said,
"Sure, my love, some day I'll go
To that heavenly guild."
Little Mama, so naive to follow
Her mom's euphemism,
Said,"Will you go alone, mom?
Won't I go with you, mom?"
Mom's heart dropped dead at
Mama's last question,
She hugged Mama with bursts of cries,
As Mama naively looked on...
- N P SAMAL
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