Poems of childhood

Chapter 19: GRANDMA’S PRAYER

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About This Book

A collection of short lyrical poems written for and about children, blending playful nonsense, gentle lullabies, and nostalgic reminiscence. Many pieces evoke bedtime and nursery scenes, give voice to toys and animals, or imagine voyages and fairylike adventures, mixing humor with a tender melancholy. Several poems adapt or echo folk-song material, while others are brief narrative or character sketches that vary in meter and mood. Overall the verses create an intimate domestic atmosphere, inviting readers into childlike wonder through simple rhythms, vivid small-scale imagery, and affectionate observation.

GRANDMA’S PRAYER

I pray that, risen from the dead,

I may in glory stand—

A crown, perhaps, upon my head,

But a needle in my hand.

I’ve never learned to sing or play,

So let no harp be mine;

From birth unto my dying day,

Plain sewing’s been my line.

Therefore, accustomed to the end

To plying useful stitches,

I’ll be content if asked to mend

The little angels’ breeches.