“Come here, I have a secret to confess:
Grandfather used to tie Mother up to a tree
for hours in the blazing desert sun.
For she was too boisterous, you see
And Grandfather was not one for fun.
She rose up with such a dirt covered face
As hot tears polished away her inspiring plight;
Now a silken draped woman, so full of grace
With an efficacious core of iron might.
Although the worst that she has ever done to me
was pinch her face as she nagged in vain.
And yet there are times that I wish I had felt
the searing sting of Egyptian canes.”