A Poem: The cognition of.....

The awaited expression in her eyes

And a tear to follow the pines,

I saw, what the others did not see

To her dismay, it was the last she would see of me,

Her poignant stretch to contain my steps

Were the sapless attempts she could ever make

Confounded, as she was at the joy of other

The only thought she had was that of , fear

For she sat and stared outside

Harboring calmly the pensive inside

That she knew, it would happen someday

But she was never prepared, was the convey

Something within her heart was grieving

To see her granddaughter leaving

To chisel into the beyond…..to hone

Into the yon, and to do it all alone.