Grandma's Robins - Poem by Deborah Cromer
When snows have gone and grass comes creeping through,
And sunlight glints on hedges wet with dew,
I watch and listen through my kitchen door,
Until I see the robins winging back once more.
Thus, as the years have passed me one by one,
I wait through each cold month until the sun
Warms through my window, and I wait to see
The springtime bring the robins singing back to me.
The years have fled, I cannot linger long,
But let me hear one note of robin's song;
That I may know the warmth of spring, and then
Just once more see the robins coming back again.
Written by my Grandma,2/12/1956
Ada Briese Cromer
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