When Grandmother comes to our house,
She sits in the chair and sews away.
She cuts some pieces just alike
And makes a quilt all day.
I watch her bite the little thread,
Or stick the needle in and out,
And then she remembers her grandmother’s house,
And what her grandmother told about,
And how a very long ago–
She tells it while she cuts and strips–
We used to live in Mary-land,
And there was a water with ships.
But that was long before her day,
She says, and so I like to stand
Beside her chair, and then I ask,
“Please tell about in Mary-land.”
(Elizabeth Madox Roberts)
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