FOR GRANDMA
Grandma's hair is turning white;
Once 'twas long and brown and bright;
But gray hair is sweet and right
For grandma.
Grandma's eyes are getting dim;
Give the light another trim,
Bring her glasses, read the hymn.
For grandma.
Whisper trials in her ear,
She has always time to hear;
Words of wisdom and of cheer
For grandma.
Tell her things that make you glad;
Maybe she is feeling sad;
Lonesome hours are always bad
For grandma.
by Harriet D. Castle.
Monday, December 13, 2021
For Grandma
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