By my bed, on a little round table
The Grandmother placed a candle.
She gave me three kisses telling me they were three
And tucked me in just where I loved being tucked.
Then she went out of the room and the door was shut.
I lay still, waiting for my three dreams to talk;
But they were silent.
Suddenly I remember giving her three kisses back.
Perhaps, by mistake, I had given my three little
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem