Grandmother

Armenian News Network / Groong
October 8, 2005

⚠ This is an archival article originally published on October 8, 2005. Information may be outdated.

Grandmother, the city is cold, I’m coming home to you. Walking, walking on concrete, I have begun to feel like it. Grandmother, I’m coming home to you. To the smell of wood smoke in the air, And animal tracks in the snow. To the feel of earth at my feet, And pebbles in my hand. To the song of birds, And the rhythm of uncut grass Rustling in the wind. Grandmother, I’m hurrying home to you To hear your voice again. Though you cannot speak, I hear your smile.

Knarik O. Meneshian

Author bio at time of publication

Knarik O. Meneshian was born in Austria. Her father was Armenian from Armenia and her mother was Austrian from Austria. She is a writer and teacher. She is married and lives in Glenview, Illinois with her family. In 1991, Knarik taught English in the village of Jrashen (Spitak Region), Armenia. In 2002-2003, she and her husband lived in Armenia for a year as volunteers and taught English and Computers in Gyumri and Tsaghgadzor. Her various works have been published in American and Armenian publications. She has authored a book of poems titled Reflections, and translated from Armenian to English Reverend D. Antreassian's book titled The Banishment of Zeitoun and Suedia's Revolt. Knarik's articles on life in Armenia are currently being published in 'The Armenian Weekly.'