The Forgotten School: A tribute to grandma



Tucked away deep inside
a faded album...
the frail, wrinkled face
with a toothless smile beckoned.

Here we go...
bouncing up, bouncing down.
Up, down...up, down.

Listen to the sing-song voice
of a silver-haired
rocking horse.

Laughter abounds.


Holding hands and balancing,
the  little cherub goes swinging
again and again.

Repetition is just a game.

A wibbly-wobbly seat
plus loads of shaking fun.
No tears, no homework
for flailing arms and legs.

Rewards aplenty...
More vigorous bouncing
amidst guffaws, giggles, wriggles.

Set in a feel-good institution
that's cheery, funny, quirky
innovative, wise, cuddlesome.

You've been there.
So have I.

An age old favourite...
Also grandma's pet peeve,
her sorely tried and tested knee
has many a tale to tell!


Intriguing Bytes

Water weeps...

Those few drops

Hear them calling!

One minute reads-9

Endless chatter

Your very own piece of the forest

Nature weaves tales-11

My office beckons

Nature adds depth

Not just a tree