Poem from Emily to her Nana (Joan A)

Emily said...
I thought this poem was really cool. Pass it on to Nana for me please :)
The grandkids like to visit,
They are always stopping by
Sure They'll find their grandma,
In the kitchen baking pie.
But times have changed since grandma
Learned to twinkle and vine.
She can hook and hitch and scoot,
Her jazz box is real fine.
Oh, grandma's in the kitchen still,
In cold and snowy weather.
But she's not baking cookies , kids!
She's out there slappin' leather!