Momo by Karina Chowdhury

My sweet grandmother

Felipa, to me, Momo

She is eighty-nine

Momo smiles and laughs

Makes silly faces and drums

“Have you eaten yet?”

I enter her room

This is not the house I know

The bed is so low

Momo in her chair

She is always sleeping now

I hope peaceful dreams

She opens her eyes

I beam and hug her hello

She still takes to me

I cling to my joy

Push away the heavy tears

Enjoy this moment

I may not remain

In Momo’s sweet memory

But she is in mine

She lives in my heart

And there, she will always stay

My precious Momo