weather was hot shouting and warning,
‘Stay at home, don’t go outside.’
I heard a sweet voice,
‘I am still innocent, neat and clean like God,
I am mighty enough to protect you Grand Pa!
Do not come to me,
I want to see you running for me
jumping like the same jolly splinter rabbit,
who came to my Grand Ma like a flash of light,
when my mother was born!
Why you have isolated you in a self-made cage?
Why you are afraid of your old age?
Who says you are old?
You’re a cradle of gold!
I shall not come in this world,
as long as you come with your caressing arms
to hold and protect my delicate charms! ‘
A breakthrough in a joyless twenty three years of life
having passed without the cries and smiles of a child,
the old man ran to the awaiting springs,
no worry of firing,
no fears to be shot down,
not minding the Hell of the heat strokes.
And He rewarded him!
Thanks God for rewarding the crazy Grand Pa
with a rose bud,
a sweet and beautiful granddaughter!
Now a beautiful and aromatic rose!
Happy Birthday to you Bisma!