The Grandmother Poem by Elizabeth Madox Roberts

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.'