Gramma - A poem by Bertha C. Archer

Gramma.

Gramma sits in the old arm chair,
Busily sewing away,
While her little grandchildren-
Four boys and three girls^__
   Are around her and some are at play:
There Willie and Earl,
Baby Harold and Merle,
Ray, blue-eyed Cecil
And curly-haired Pearl,
   So innocent, happy and gay.

But gramma sits in the old arm chair,
Busily sewing away,
With a loving smile on her wrinkled face
As she watches them at their play.
'Tis true the roses have left her cheeks,
   And gray has streaked her hair,
But she's lovely to me
As those 'round her knee^__
   As she sits in the old arm chair.

^__Bertha C. Archer.

Poets and Poetry of Kansas
Edited by Thomas W. Herringshaw
(Chicago: American Publishers' Association. 1894)
Page 136