Carrot Ranch FF – Riptide

A force who we know

Age of ninety or so

Tiny and hearty

Hid she was a smarty.

Strong in her garden

And bible regarding

A mother of four

Who all went to war

Strength in her worries

Caused no family flurries.

Lived across from the park

Where kids would embark

She’d offer a greeting

To kids that were meeting

By her Iris filled garden

When weedings were done.

She watched from her step

Their funfilled pep

A lovable spy

Kept a watchful eye

Whether rain or shine

This grandma of mine

Ageless through time

A riptide sublime.

September 14: Flash Fiction Challenge