Grandma lives in this town; in fact all over this town. Granpa's dead. Uncle Heery's brain-dead, and them aunts! Well! It's grandma you have to contend with. She's here - she's there! She works in the fast food hangout. She's doing school lunches. She's the crossing guard at the school corner. She's the librarian's assistant. She's part-time in the real estate office. She's stuffing envelopes. She gets up at three A.M. to go to the screw factory; and at night she's at the business school taking a course in computer science. Now you take this next town. Grandpa's laid out in the cemetery and grandma's gone wild and bought a bus ticket to Disneyland. Uncle Bimbo's been laid up for ten years and them aunts are all cashiers in ladies' clothing and grandma couldn't stand the sight of them washing their hands and their hair and their panty hose. It's Marine World for me' grandma says. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...KING DAVID by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET WHY I AM A LIBERAL by ROBERT BROWNING HYMN OF THE CITY by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE CHARIOT by EMILY DICKINSON TO MY CHILDREN: 3 by DOLLIE CAROLINE MAITLAND RADFORD OUR LEFT' by FRANCIS ORRERY TICKNOR |