I’ve compromised my nature
In an effort to belong
Listened to the music
And tried to sing along
But now at sixty-seven
Apparently, a fool
Absorbing most the lessons
Attended us in school
School instructs the ego
Supporting us to learn
Teaching meek civility
And manners lent to earn
Enculturation is the object
Therein better to be used
By an economic system
Laced with methods to abuse
3/10/14
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”)