[nov 18th 2022]

grandma, shall i help you cross the road?
why thank you dear, yes, i would like some help.
grandma, doesn't your walking stick help you walk?
yes, my dear, but sometimes it's not enough; that's why i'm
ever so grateful for your help, dear.
thats so funny, grandma,
it reminds me of my other grandma.
and what about her are you reminded of, dear?
she used to have a walking stick, and she'd once said "it's not enough" too!
oh, really, dear? we both are almost the same, then.
no, grandma.
why, dear?
my other grandma didn't use her walking stick to cross the road.
why else did she use it, dear?
to drive it right into my foot! then she said
"not enough," as if my pain didn't matter to her!

oh no, my dear, why would she possibly do that?

she slipped on the stairs, and used that as an excuse to hurt me!
i pushed her off, of course, and she said something about balance not being enough!
then she rolled down like a tomato, and hit her head on the bottom-most step.

....
my other grandma's dead now. 

:))))

my teacher told us to write the most unique poem we could. i had no idea what to write about, and my friend told me to write something about a "grandma's stick," soo... maybe she meant something metaphorical and deep? but anyway. fun!!