GRANDMOTHER

	By Knarik O. Meneshian
	(February 2005)

	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.


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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.'