The Grandmother

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."