Infinite love Stories

A Child of Pain: Part 3 Elisha pushed her chair nearer to her grandmother’s bed and gently rested her head on the mattress. She sighed. She felt tired as it had been a hectic week. She had gone to see her grandmother in the nursing home where she found the older lady on the floor. Grammie Willie had fallen out of her bed. The staff had called an ambulance which then brought her to the hospital. Elisha who visited her ever...

The ward was silent, except for the constant bleep of the EKG monitor. Her grandmother moved her head a little but she did not open her eyes. The tube going into her nose and an IV on her arm, made her looks like a grotesque scientific experiment. Elisha stared at her face, so worn and lined now and recalled how brilliantly beautiful she used to be. As she sat there, she once more went down memory lane: On the pavement of...

The cold and sterile atmosphere in the hospital ward was impersonal and did not do anything to comfort Elisha. She sat by the bed where her best friend rested, so still. Her best friend was also her grandmother whom she called Grammie Willie. Elisha stared at her grandmother’s still placid face for the longest time and her memory flashed down memory lane to more than thirty years ago. She was then five years old. Her moth...

I’ve never written quite so many poems as I have for you.Now fiddling with formats,I find myself going *mew*.I love you, Aria...To infinity,times the powerof infinite love.