GRANDMA'S ANGEL.


 


 


MAMMA said: "Little one, go and see


If grandmother's ready to come to tea."


I knew I mustn't disturb her, so


I stepped as gently along, tiptoe,


And stood a moment to take a peep—


And there was grandmother fast asleep!


I knew it was time for her to wake;


I thought I'd give her a little shake,


Or tap at her door, or softly call;


But I hadn't the heart for that at all—


She looked so sweet and so quiet there,


Lying back in her high arm-chair,


With her dear white hair, and a little smile,


That means she's loving you all the while.


I didn't make a speck of a noise;


I knew she was dreaming of little boys


And girls who lived with her long ago,


And had afterward died—she told me so.


I went up close, and I didn't speak


One word, but I gave her on her cheek


The softest bit of a little kiss,


Just in a whisper, and then said this:


"Grandmother, dear, it's time for tea."


She opened her eyes and looked at me,


And said, "Why, pet, I have just now dreamed


Of a little angel who came and seemed


To kiss me lovingly on my face."


She pointed right at the very place!


I never told her t'was only me;


I took her hand, and we went to tea.


 


 


 


Sydney Dayre.