Grandma

Grandma's deaf, she cannot hear
She's cannot hear the whispers in her ears
The language we exchange amongst our kind
Was unaccustomed during her time
No matter how loud we speak
Our tones keep getting weak
The movements our mouths are all she sees
Understanding only our actions
And capturing a few murmurs
Result in unsatisfaction
Disappointed and annoyed by our short temper
She faces toward the fence
In hopes that we can break down our ignorance