Amber is my grand mama. Amber is a love
Her sense of humor rises up from somewhere up above.
Leaning like the fabled tower, glasses on her nose,
Amber is my grand mama, learning from her flows.
Would she, could she teach the class?Absolutely, yes!
But what about the noisy ones, could she take all the stress?
Amber could and Amber would, and will
if we are lucky.
She will teach and she will preach and
always be quite plucky!
So thank you Gram, for smiling so,
e'en when you're feeling funky,
For lacking you, the day would come
and go without a monkey!
clr 2011