In the dim and distant past
When life's tempo wasn't fast
Grandma used to rock and knit,
Crochet, tat, and baby-sit.
When her kids were in a jam
They could always count on gram.
In an age of gracious living,
Grandma was the gal for giving.

Grandma now is in the gym,
Exercising to keep slim,
She's off touring with the bunch,
Taking clients out to lunch.
Driving north to ski or curl,
All her days are in a whirl.
Nothing seems to stop or block her,
Now that grandma's off her rocker!