My Gra y Never Sinned a Day in Her Life

She was a bee-hived beauty who sat on her porch and shot the stray dogs with the family shotgun. She made five breakfasts for five different children and smoked five packs of Winston lights a week until the day she died. Her love for my grandpa was something straight from the good Lord and it was only the good Lord’s love that could stand her dirty mouth. She taught me the value of a dollar, like how many porcelain dolls you could buy on Home Shopping Network for ten easy payments. She was the queen of our beloved beehive. My Grammy never sinned a day in her life. Poetry 9