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.