GRANDMA’S BOOK
My grandma has a curious book she often lets me see, When in the dusk I leave my play to sit upon her knee. I cannot touch the book at all, but shut my eyes up tight, While grandma tells the pictures and I see them clear and bright. . I see the dear old farmhouse, where my grandma used to play, The barn, with all the cattle and the fragrant mows of hay. The pets that grandma used to have, and all her queer old toys, And the country schoolhouse full of merry girls and boys. And there are other pictures, too, which make my grandma sigh; She says I must not see them now; but wait till by and by. . But though she thinks they’re far too sad to show to little me, She’s sure they all look brighter when I’m sitting on her knee! My grandma says I’m making now a book to be my own, And that I’ll often look at it and smile, when I am grown; And then I’m sure the picture that I’ll like the. best to see, Will be myself, a sitting in the dusk on grandma’s knee!
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New Zealand Tablet, 14 September 1911, Page 1829
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197GRANDMA’S BOOK New Zealand Tablet, 14 September 1911, Page 1829
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