Grandma's Errands

GRANDMA'S ERRANDS

My Grandma Gray is very old,

And when she sews I'm apt to hear,

"I find I can't my needle thread,

Come be my eyes, my dear."

Or if she tries to go up stairs,

She'll likely say, " 'Tis very plain

That I will have to have some aid,

My dear, just come and be my cane."

Or if she needs an errand done,

She'll say, "It is too far, I fear.

I could not make it there at all,

Go be my feet, my dear."

I like sometimes to comb her hair;

She likes it, too, 'tis very clear,

For mornings, 'fore she dons her cap,

She'll call, "Come be my hands, my dear.'

My Mamma says such kindly deeds

Are far the best way I could show

To Grandma, so she'd understand

Her Grandchild loves her so.

And Grandma is so nice to me,

I could not bear to give her pain,

So that is why I gladly run

To be her eyes, her hands, her cane.