Grandma's Little Girl Poem by michael Smajda

One day I went to see my Grandma.
I overheard she wasn't feeling well.
I ask her, "What can I do for you, Grandma? "
She replied, "Read for me a story, little girl."

I chose a picture book off the book shelf.
I got up and sat crossways on her knee.
I pretended to be reading the story.
It was a story that was even new to me.

Before I could finish all the pages,
Grandma's rocking chair suddenly went still.
I looked up and saw Grandma was sleeping.
She looked tired, worn out and was ill.

I put the picture book back on the book shelf.
I closed her front door quietly as can be.
When I got home, I told mommy about this.
This is what my mommy said to me.

"Sweetie, when I was little girl your age,
I was allowed to see my Grandma, too.
And would read to her made-up stories
That would, too, put her to sleep as did you! "