Por! Por!! （婆！婆！)

 I chanced upon you 
 the other day
 while walking aimlessly
 among these blocks ;
 saw the little sparrows you fed
 chirping , hopping , pecking 
 on the grains you spread 
  along this common corridor.
  Quite consoled , really , to see
  you in deed still  feed
  those  small , brown , lovely
  quiet visitors , but 
  thought it strange 
  that you should appear
  in that frail fragile frame ,
  bent and shaky ,
  whispering , praying
  as you scattered  grains
  on the hard cement floor.
  I stepped forth
  wanting to inquire
  but you disappeared indoor
  when a shrill child’s voice 
  shattered the quiet with this call , 
            
  “Por! Por! Por! Por! Por! Por!”
                                 
                         
    ( 婆！婆!”  means grandmother-
    mother’s mother ;in short-
    maternal grandmother )