My Grandma From Kuliyapitiya



My grandmother
Who looks down on me from the heavens
Seemingly still in those halcyon days
When the kitchen dripped of oil-fragrances
And pappadams would be a crispy staple

She would fry me pappadams galore
As she glittered my eyes with taste lanterns
My cheeks would fill with samba rice
Bloated in to sheer satiety

And my pappadam face would gaze at her
Cheeks seemingly about to burst
In to a four inch smile – from ear to ear
Knowing what she bribed me with a pappadam
Was her own token of love….


Published by

meandererworld (Dilantha Gunawardana)

Dr Dilantha Gunawardana is a molecular biologist, who graduated from the University of Melbourne. He moonlights as a poet. Dilantha wrote his first poem at the ripe age of 32 and now has more than 1700 poems on his blog. His poems have been accepted/published in Forage, Kitaab, Eastlit, American Journal of Poetry and Ravens Perch, among others. He was also awarded the prize for "The emerging writer of the year - 2016" in the Godage National Literary Awards, Sri Lanka for his first collection of poems (Kite Dreams – A Sarasavi Publication), while being shortlisted for the poetry prize. Dilantha is a dual citizen of Sri Lanka and Australia, and shares his experiences from two different cultures. He blogs at - https://meandererworld.

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