From the Evening Star, May 6, 1915. By Sydney Dare.
Mamma said, “Little one, go and see
If grandmother’s ready to come to tea.”
I knew I mustn’t disturb her, so
I stepped very gently along, tip-toe,
And stood a moment to take a peep,
And there was grandmother, fast asleep.
I knew it was time for her to wake
And thought I’d give her a little shake,
Or tap at her door, or softly call,
But I hadn’t the heart for that at all.
She looked so sweet, and so quiet there,
Lying back in her high armchair,
With her dear white hair and a little smile
That means she’s loving you all the while.
I didn’t make a speck of noise,
I knew she was dreaming of little boys
And girls, who lived with her long ago
And then went to heaven (she told me so).
I went close, but I didn’t speak
One word, but I gave her on her cheek
The softest bit of a little kiss,
Just like a whisper, and then said this:
“Grandmother, dear, it’s time for tea.”
She opened her eyes and looked at me
And said, “Why, pet, I have just now dreamed
Of a little angel who came, and seemed
To kiss me lovingly on my face.”
She pointed right at the very place.
I never told her ’twas only me,
But took her hand and we went to tea.