The Garden.

I remember

when my Grand Dad

was still there,

the Garden was beautiful..


but after he'd gone,

the Garden was getting

deteriorated day by day..

with the presence of

my Grand Mother getting larger,

that was the God Mother of devils

in my families

and I became totally alone there.


I remember

I felt really sad

the Garden was changing a lot,

distorted by her,

after he passed away..


He was a silent wise man,

with lots of cultural and artistic interests,

an intelligent elite

who'd got a style.


He had good tastes

on clothes and things he chose,

and everything.


He was the only one in that family

whom I really felt for,

there was no one else like that

in that entire families

on my father's side,

after he was gone..


I miss the Garden

he created..


That was the only good memory

in that house..


The Garden he created.