#WritcoPoemPrompt42
Write a poem focusing on a single memory, or describe what you might imagine the typical grandmother’s kitchen to be like.

And so, this poem focuses on a special memory of the birth of my younger brother.

Memory building is
The happiest thing of our life.
However, memories are not
Just the ones,
That make us feel
like we are in heaven.
Sometimes they are
Unforgettable because of
The joy and fun
That they give us. I was a small child
At that time.
So while travelling
Through the school bus,
I used to pray to the God.
Then finally,
at the age of 7.
In around September,
My parents told me
That a small baby
Is going to come soon.

I don't clearly remember
My expression,
But I am sure that
I would have been
Very excited at the news.
But then,
I started praying
For a younger sister.

Then on 3rd January 2017,
I, my mother and my grandmother
went to the Max Hospital.
Some tests were done.
It was now evening.
When the news came
To my elders
and then at last,
To me also.

That I will be able
to see my
younger sibling
today itself.
I was extremely happy
and really very excited.
I just couldn't wait
to see the small one.

Now the day
was turning into night.
And because
My aunt lives
near our house.
My elders decided
That I must stay
With my aunt, uncle
And cousins.

In my opinion,
everyone has a special memory
That they will never forget.

Like others,
I also have a list
Of extremely happy days
In my life.
Like when I won a prize,
or any of my birthdays,
Or any other...