My dear Baba (paternal grandpa)
by Anshuman Kumar
My dear Baba, you left us too soon
In 1992 when you went to heaven, we were all heartbroken.
I am very fortunate that I lived with you for five years as a child
Those years were some of the best times of my life.
I remember some of the talks we had
I recall some of the hugs.
Your love for my sister and me was so pure
You had a wonderful smile.
I will always remember your teachings
You taught me to listen, to be kind, to be helpful.
Whenever I think of my best memories in India I will always think of the times spent with you
Dear God, please take care of Baba.
Throughout his life he only took care of others.
About the Creator
Anshuman Kumar
I live and work in Canada and am originally from India. I am interested in movies, short stories, swimming, travel etc. Tips are definitely optional but are very welcome. Thank you for reading.
My email is [email protected]
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