By Ayodhya Perera, (14 years) Bishop’s College

Creases of love etched on your face,
As you tell me stories of the past,
Wrinkles of patience on your forehead,
How I long for those times to last…

The sound of your gentle voice,
Always consoled me when I was sad,
The monsters under my bed,
Disappeared when I held your hand…

Creases of love etched on your face,
As I tell you how lucky I am,
To be blessed with
grand parents,
As special as you,
And for being with me all,
Through the storms and
sunshine.

It is you I should thank…