I went to grandma’s hut,
One look and she got off the mat,
Then as if taking a study
Asked, is she a woman or a lady?
Was it about her age?
I felt like a lion in a cage,
Not knowing what she meant,
But careful, my image wouldn’t dent
So I moved closer to the wise,
And was sure it would be nice,
Then she said, a lady is smart
She doesn’t sit with her legs apart?
A real lady is kind,
And would listen as your mind you as you wind.
She is patient and loving,
Wouldn’t leave her man starving
Then she asked, is she careful with her words?
A lady is not all about the bugles giggles and stards,
Not about the paint so faint,
She would have their reputation taint
She is slow to Anger,
And also to hunger,
She wakes the first,
And hates the dust
Her food cooked to precision.
She is sound in every decision,
Not afraid to crack her back,
A smile on her face she will never lack
The way she walks swift,
One look would give you a lift,
Does she shout?
A true lady does not doubt
Then she took a long pause
Scratched her nose,
And then asked is she a woman or a lady?
I laughed as was now ready.