A Craving

grandma died a few years back yet this feeling of not letting go - that epoch in my life that will not return forever remembered the warmth of grandma's smile, companion warm hands and love time, does it run in a linear fashion? vividly i see us again in a house somewhere in India, the first floor of a building oh this craving of things that spawn endless karma! well there we shall meet she as another woman and me another man will she be glad again to take me into her hands through this rough and tumble world? or will she just be a lady that curses - having to come back merely to satiate a craving, that rings endless karma bells