Tuesday, 2 December 2025

My beautiful Yiayia

​My Yiayia

In English translated to Grandmother, or Gran,

The best person I could ever remember

31 years ago God took her away, 

She was my friend, the one still to this day I wanted to stay. 


Now I am seen as a adult, 

A person who listens to others and on their behalf sends across a prayer, 

Yet, when I am hurting, I am contained, go to the gym and show to the world I am alright

But Inside I think of my Yiayia and knew that one day I shall see her face shine through the quiet night.


Her kindness, her giving and her love brought me so much protection

She was my world, my friend and my Nan whom I would do anything for,

People today who are fiery and chaotic

Especially our family, which embraced chaos and noise

Yet her presence showed calmness and a tremendous amount of poise. 


She was my world 

She was my friend, 

I use to medicate her with an injection each morning and night

But If I had to do that again, I would accept the challenges that came from all my might. 


You see, life brings you challenges

That is all part of the plan, 

But when I think of my Yiayia, I know I can take stock and think as child holding her hand.


“Love you Yiayia…missing you… after all these years”

Jason

2nd December 2025



No comments:

Post a Comment

Connecting love

​Connecting is humble It can be political, along with a trace of Sport It’s a release of humility which honestly can’t always be taught.  Lo...