My Hippie Grandmother (Hardcover)

I have a hippie grandmother. I'm really glad she's mine. She hasn't cut her hair at all since nineteen sixty-nine. For the girl in this poem, nothing is better than a day with her hippie grandmother-eating wheat-and-honey bread, working in the garden, selling veggies at the farmer's market, and picketing the town hall. But the very best part of being together is the love they share. Flower Power forever!