She

She was the most gentle and yet,
the strongest woman I have ever known.
She could maintain a theme and hold it for days at a time,
with silence as her only weapon.
Her strength had been nurtured from a life of toil,
a hard life, that had become her closest of friends.
She could turn her old iron mangle with  just one arm,
but on occasions could just as easily rotate the atmosphere,
with nothing more than a single smile or whispered word.
Her name, was Grandma.