Grandpa's Glasses Author Unknown My grandpa has to wear glasses, 'Cause his eyesight is not very strong, And he calls them his &quo...

FOR GRANDMA Grandma's hair is turning white; Once 'twas long and brown and bright; But gray hair is sweet and right For grandma. Gra...

GRANDPA My grandpa says that he was once A little boy like me. I s'pose he was; and yet it does Seem queer to think that he Could ever g...

  Grandmother's Garden by Marjorie Barrows Amaryllis and I heard a fairy In grandmother's garden today, When the wind in the roses w...

Dear Children,        Well, here I am again, writing a letter to Grandpa's Grandchildren. This time I am going to write about horses....

Dear Children,        Just as I expected, little Disc has had trouble with the kittens. We undertook to feed Disc and the cats from the s...

Dear Children,        There was a letter in the mail today from your Mama, in which she said the church was getting ready for "Chil...

Then one little fellow said, "Mister, will you sell me a hen; maybe she will lay us some red eggs.‚" Dear Children:        I am ...

Dear Children,        Papa's letter came this morning. I was disappointed in his dog story. I don't suppose  he had a dog when he...

Dear Children,        I am going to tell you something about our new dog. We call him new, because he is not old. I expect forty days w...

Tea at Grandma's When I go to my Grandma's house, she plays I'm company, And takes my wraps with such an air and says:...

Cuddle Time Each morning, soon as I'm awake, Before my prayer is said, Or 'fore I'm ever dressed at all, I climb in Gr...

Grandma's Aprons Of mornings, till her work is clone, She wears a great big gingham one. It covers her from waist to shoe, ...

When Grandma Sews My Grandma sews so very well; She makes her stitches small and straight. While mine look most like turkey-tracks...

Retrospect It's a long, well-beaten track That she traces - looking back. Thorns and stones beset the way; Clouds obscured each sunny ...

The Old Willow Basket O, poets have sung of the old oaken bucket. Like-wise of the bootjack that hung on the wall. My lyre I'm att...

Grandma's Lullaby Bright-eyed stars are peeping 'Tween the cloudlets white; Calling to the sleepy earth, Good-night! Good-nig...

When Grandma Punished Me One time out at my Grandma's house I got a naughty spell. And Grandma looked so kind o' s'prised, And...

Loneliness Grandma's gone a-visitin', And O, my dearie me! I never really knew before, How lonesome I could be. I mope and mope ar...

Grandma's Prayer Each evening when I say my prayer, I kneel at Grandma's knee; And Grandma always bows her head, And folds her ha...