My Grandmother on the Porch of the Old Folks' Home

The center of the group, you sit Too proudly, almost like a queen. The others in attendance seem To wait. What will you say? I know The haughty straightness is not real And you are posed for all the world To see your heart is still in one. Come down! I know the flashing-red Anger in your soul. I know That age humiliates. I know They took some poison from your hand And kept you as their haughty queen.