Grandma is a quaint old lady,
Who simply loves baking.
But what makes me giddy,
Is her old-fashioned thinking.
She doesn’t have child psychology,
I’d hide in mother’s shadow.
She has her own ideology,
Which we’re supposed to follow.
During tea, she’ll serve cookies,
Which are hard like pebbles.
We dubbed them little rockies ---
In fact, grandma too has many labels.
We don’t call these names in her face,
After all, she’s our respected elder.
No matter how weird her ways,
We don’t dare be any bolder.
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