I am the Matriarch of the Family

I am the matriarch the grandma said to the lot Her opinion unvaluable, often ignored, not sought No one heard this, she had become invisible to them Everyone looked to her oldest lay-about son Jim After you reach seventy, you are senile I guess she told Tony He was her attentive grandson, slim, quiet, and tall boney. Those twits I sired are forgetting one teeny tiny thing… If they expect money, remember in this family, I am still king.