A POEM - IT TAKES ONE TO KNOW ONE

IT TAKES ONE TO KNOW ONE
It brings a tear to my eye sometimes,
to think about my childhood,
and realize that all the time
my grandmother was living upstairs
in that in-law apartment
on the north wing of our house,
she was sitting around alone,
sipping bourbon
and having a hell of a good time
without any of us knowing.
But in hindsight,
it really surprises me,
that until after her death,
I never figured it out,
what with the brilliant,
steaming rages she’d fly into
over the most ridiculous things.