She is old and kind of ugly now
But i see her pictures she was cute
My grandmother.

She yells obscenities at us kids,
at the younger ones at least
All in good heart
not in ethics though.

She seems to know something
None of us do
Yet she seems to me
Clueless too.

Rigid and mean, it must have been a hard life
Never calm and serene, she must have known strife.

She is a gypsy of sorts
Rings on her fingers
Blonde hair never brushed
She drove that semi so long
Its permanently wind swept...

She burns wood in the garage to keep her
8 dogs warm...
and the rest of the animals, are inside.
Birds, and cats and fish and a raccoon

Who I swear she loves more than any of us kids.

But they have been there you see...

We never were. She's to hard
But I try my best...
To stack her wood.... To clean her house when I go over.
I even give her bags of **** for free...
Just so she can feel appreciated.

She is a woman after all... all she knows is give
she is terrified of take
so you have to let her.