My Awsome Great Grandma Contest
I knew CRAZY ran in my family from a young age,
I saw it written all over my future page,
I was blessed to have known my Great Grandma while I was still young,
She was a little old lady that always sung,
But when she got mad you stayed out of her way,
For a woman who did not speak any English she had much to say,
Straight out of Italy, off a little farm,
This lady was capable of doing a lot of harm,
I recall walking at the age of eight,
Down a long road we met our fate,
Late in the day a man ran up on her,
This memory is vivid, It has no blur,
He grabbed her purse and kept on running,
Little granny was extremely cunning,
At age eighty five she was still so alive
A woman with vigor, she had quit the drive,
She ran fast after him and boy did she win,
I'll never forget great granny's sick little grin,
She grabbed her purse and beat him down,
Thank God there were people all around,
They called the cops and grabbed that guy,
I stood in amazement, I didn’t cry,
She showed no fear that special day,
Who would have thought little granny could fight that way,
Now I know woman have a unique type of skill,
When you mess with them or their children, their instinct is to kill,
I’ll cherish that moment for as long as I live,
Cheers to you great grandma you always knew had to GIVE.
By: Sabina Nicole
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