Grandma said "Dat" instead of "that"
And she walked with a slight bow to her back
Her arms were strong and her fingers square
They felt for the keys on her piano
As she played rollicking jazz tunes
Grandma had a long, horsey face
With large front teeth and no back ones on top
She had short straight hair
Kinda fly-away fine and white
Grandma didn't coddle or suffer fools gladly
She didn't cook or sew that I know
She painted and carved and gardened
And beat native English speakers at Scrabble
Grandma had wit, humor, and a kind of calm
She took me to the shore and slid into cold
Water without a fuss and actually swam
Year 'round, with Eagles circling over her
Grandma picked up driftwood
And showed a figure in it invisible
To me until her tracing finger
Outlined its lineaments
Grandma was.
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