My late grandma

My lovely grandma, where are you?
Where you hide, your wrinkled face
Hovering here and there, looking for you
Scratching my wounds, couldn’t find trace
Any memory, love, and affiliation
I have nothing along with all facilitation
I still recalled the days of my childhood
When you took me to garden, and remained stood
I really miss you, my source of inspiration
Without you, my heart is throbbing with no sensation