Grandfathers

Exploring my Indian roots from my grandfather,

A tale of a man who left a lasting impact,

Though his memories now fade into the blur,

His legacy still lingers with every life he's touched.

Brian, a name he chose when he emigrated,

From Mumbai, where he was born and raised,

Changed his name and his life was segregated,

He left his roots behind but his spirit never fades.

Blindness may have taken his sight,

But it never took away his love for life,

With his guide dog, he navigated with might,

And his senses became his guiding light.

From him, I inherited my eclectic taste,

For food from all corners of the world,

With every spice and flavour, my palate is graced,

And every bite, a story is unfurled.

A love for animals, a trait we share,

And pets, a highlight in every family home,

The bond they share, a love affair,

A companion in every journey we roam.

He had three marriages, a life of its own,

In a time where it was taboo to part,

But he embraced his flaws and made them known,

And lived life to the fullest from the start.

In old photos, I see him standing tall,

A beige cloak, a long cane, and his dog by his side,

I imagine him in a pub, enjoying a drink with all,

A man who loved life and lived it with pride.

His legacy lives on, even though he's gone,

In every meal, every pet, every flaw and skill,

A reminder to embrace life and carry on,

To make the most of every moment and fulfill.