She taught me long prayers,
She loved listening to the radio
She had a rose garden
She lived in a bakery
She didn’t like long bangs
She thought they hurt the eyes
She loved her camera, like she loved her radio.
She would give biscuits to strangers
She carried a photograph
Of a man with a swollen throat
And warned smokers on the street
About the consequences of smoking.
She rocked me on the rocking chair
When I was a baby.
She got me Cooper’s chocolate walnut fudge
When I grew up.
She had a long cane
And caned me when I was naughty
She made the best vasanu – A parsi sweet made of nuts
She loved her children and grandchildren
She wore long gowns
She made everyone smile
The last time I met her,
I took an instant photo of us
She loved it so much,
She hid it under her pillow.

Granny
You went away, your photos are with me now.
Inside my phone and heart.
I know you’re watching me
The sky looks beautifully painted
Ever since you have been gone.