All through my life I have seen
Just three strong nails driving
Into the left side and the right side
Of grandma's coffin, firming once
And for all her busy and hasty life
And now in the new flat
I could not fix firm a single nail
After almost half an hour
It bent when first hit on the head
This iron-made thing turned so soft
And fragile like my heart. I hit again
Only to slip the hammer onto my finger
Blood and tears oozing out
I just wanted to hang grandma's portrait
On the white blank wall so that I
Could see her smile every time i glance up