Leads With Her Right

Old mean widow lady of ninety-two lives by herself with nothing else to do Hunkers in her chair next to the window stares out for hours with dreams of her bingo She is labeled mentally unstable Plays solitary on the end table Fusses forever and telling tall tales no telling if she’s left out small details Seasons have come and gone with the flowers, grass and trees changing colors with showers She's run off all her family and friends finding upsetting fault that never ends With lawless behavior if you resist, she gets riled up, lifts up her clenched right fist lands an uppercut to the mug she’s kissed With a burning twist she has never missed You would want to stay out of her crosshairs A small pearl handle pistol she will dare Out of her leather purse it will appear Create trouble; it might be all you’ll hear 6/23/2016 blunt mother in-laws talks and talks and talks and talks gets under my skin True story