My Aunt had gone pure crazy
that's what, my dead Uncle used to say
he was deaf, and kinda lazy
before, he was old and grey

My mother never made pardon
often spoke bout her altzy displays
prancing in the yard and garden
as mentally, she strayed

I'll not question state of mind
or pass judgement on her joy
no freer spirit, could I find
for, she's the real McCoy

Cavorting to music and tunes
no one else could feel or hear
raptured face, in sun and moon
a harmony of thought, and ear

Down the hall and out the door
her imagination, danced and played
touching her heart, it's deepest core
rocking, to the beat and sway