“Don’t fix what is not broken”
The trough from which we eat.
Sets in stone, a failing place
Insuring our defeat
If otherwise we entertained
The newness of approach
Objectivity might be better served
In the presence of a coach
Subjectivity meets the outer world
In a myriad of displays
Our coach might be objectivity
Seeing a variable be displaced.
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”)