by | Mar 21, 2021 | Personal

Timidly she spoke of me
Of character in a dance
“Conservative to a fault
Extreme when given a chance

My dress code is quite boring
As fashions not my thing
Blue or black, with holey shoes
But for others make money sing

Case in point, a homeless guy
Twenty bucks in transit, passing
A walking stick for protecting him
And books for which a passion

Another, replaced his dirty shirt
The lawn guy was his calling
Forty bucks a bargain
Ever-present, ever eager, never stalling

A conservative liberal?
Her scrutinization of my behavior
Her opinion offered gingerly
Sculpting words to tailor

In hearing her observation
The answer became quite clear
‘Consistently inconsistent’
Just a pattern, not so weird!

Behavior that’s habitual
Lives in boundaries past created
Flexibility in heart and mind
A personality that’s not been jaded.

2/14/21 #3
2:33 PM – 2:51 PM

The name of the poem is Ann2. That’s how she shows up on my phone. I
guess when I put her in, I already had an Ann in there, LOL.

Linda Brady

Linda Brady

Grandma Linda is a squigily peg in a square hole. Her poetry is aimed at moving the world to love, unity and perfect margaritas. And after years of perfecting the art, she has the skill to paint a better world and make it so.

When she is not serving customers, gazing at rocks, or visiting her grandchildren Linda is writing poetry. And even during all the above activities she has been known to write still.

– Zackary (self proclaimed “Favorite Grandson”)