Grandma Anna Poem by Saint Eule

I remember Grandma Anna,
she lived beside the Susquehanna.
Her long coal black hair would touch the ground.

Her quiet smile and small frame,
She had an indian maiden name.

She would go once a week to the farmers market and loved
it there.
Often buy a pair of socks for her grand children to wear.

I remember the old piano, some of the keys were broken.
she talked with her smile barely words were spoken.
Her tiny strong hand would walk me around the farm,
I never felt so safe from harm.

One day the farm was sold and all the furniture was
gone, even the old piana.
We looked for her and in the chicken coop was living
my Grandma Anna.

The bankers were greedy and tricked her in old age.
I never saw my father in such a rage.
He found the man and got back her money.
She later bought a mansion, that was kind of funny.

In the great big house in the city she lived alone.
She hung up traffic signs everywhere even an orange cone.

The long black hair was put up in bun.
Around the old mansion she would run.
Singing hymns and drinking tea.
Still those socks were sent to me.

Now she is long gone her smile, long coal black locks.
I still think of her in winter while putting on my socks.