My Summer Vacation

I travelled down memory lane
A summer vacation yet again
The paddy fields, a golden spread
A sight to behold from our train.

Grandma stood at the cattle shed
As we reached her homestead
The golden shower trees swayed
Turning the walkway into a yellow bed

She always welcomed us with a lemonade
Its memory fresh, even after a decade.
The backyard was my favourite place
Where mangoes and lemons arrayed.

Once I found a gift inside my suitcase
A smile widened on my little face
Grandma had stitched a yellow dress
Her last gift, now a sweet embrace.

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