And one, with such a cheerful smile,
Said, that "a little dear"
Wrote her the sweetest letters
A dozen times a year.
And one who had no grandchild
And looked so sad and sweet
Said that somebody's grandchild
Brought her nice fruit to eat.
And one who looked a little queer
Spoke up then just as quick
And told how that some darling boy
When she was very sick
Brought something lovely every day
Said, "good morning" and good-bye."
He said: "You're someone's Grandma
And that's the reason why;"
Then all the dear old Grandmas
Put on their things to go.
I could not help a thinking
Of some I used to know
Who didn't come to-day because
They have grown young again
In that bright land of Heaven
Where there is no age or pain,
And T thought of all the girls and boys
And wished that I could say:
"Don't forget the dear old Grandmas
For we'll all grow old some day."
Said, that "a little dear"
Wrote her the sweetest letters
A dozen times a year.
And one who had no grandchild
And looked so sad and sweet
Said that somebody's grandchild
Brought her nice fruit to eat.
And one who looked a little queer
Spoke up then just as quick
And told how that some darling boy
When she was very sick
Brought something lovely every day
Said, "good morning" and good-bye."
He said: "You're someone's Grandma
And that's the reason why;"
Then all the dear old Grandmas
Put on their things to go.
I could not help a thinking
Of some I used to know
Who didn't come to-day because
They have grown young again
In that bright land of Heaven
Where there is no age or pain,
And T thought of all the girls and boys
And wished that I could say:
"Don't forget the dear old Grandmas
For we'll all grow old some day."
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