My Grandma - (For her 90th b-day)
My Grandma is kinda my idol,

Not just American but Hungarian, a life filled with virtue and no vice, so very nice to all she meets, a sweet smile always greets me,
Arriving at veranda court is like entering a spiritual fort,
where my mind body and soul are aligned and I have true peace of mind,
The center of the universe Grandma's is first in my book and boy what a cook!
A chef extraordinaire, chicken paprikash oh gosh, and don't forget the desert
Grandma doesn't with an appetite like its going out of style,
She epitomizes the love of a grandmother proud of her family she teaches without teaching showing without explaining, like a Zen master above all the clatter and chatter of the crazy family she speaks softly, (Well)
One word speaks in a thousand pictures…
In her house, gazing at the growth and smiles of an adoring family marrying and raising children, all in her footsteps a great path to follow….
And far from a pushover you better get out your four leaf clover if you think you can change her mind, like a steel trap she will sap your energy to convince her otherwise
our wise matriarch and sage
the world could follow her example and take a page from her life..
in my life the memories of youthful scampering about the beach, sand in our toes, wind gusts bluster, vocal seagulls in chaotic flights, trying to unfurl the same chaos that hides the sharks teeth beneath our feet, Grandma's presence is felt like God personified….

I truly feel fortunate and blessed to be blessed with my Grandma.