A pretty, teen, granddaughter, she
Has auburn hair, the same as me.
With twinkling eyes so full of glee,
She tells her jokes irreverently.
She railed at me one evening, late,
Unbridled anger turned to hate.
But what she said was all in vain,
Because I knew the inner pain.
One day she'll, too, become aware
When she is old, and life's unfair.
The younger ones, she'll have to tell
They should respect their elders.