Ms Mable Meriwether - A poem in Honor of Grandmothers
Every day at half past three,
Ms Mable Meriwether takes her tea.
Her grandchildren stop by on their way home from school,
to chat and have tea – it’s almost a rule.
They have a grand time as they talk and they laugh,
but soon they must leave, the time goes so fast.
Ms. Mable Meriwether waves good bye,
then sits in the swing on her porch for a while.
She watches the birds as they fly to the trees;
she watches the leaves as they dance in the breeze.
She sits and she watches till she spots the light,
of the first stars to come out for the night
Then she goes back inside, her dinner to make,
and maybe some cookies or a nice chocolate cake.
She sings while she bakes, she’s happy you see,
she’ll have fresh baked treats for tomorrow at tea.
She finishes up and puts everything away,
then settles down till the end of the day.
She may read a book or watch some t v,
till her eyes get tired and it’s hard to see.
Then she’ll go off to bed and sleep through the night,
waking again when the sun shows its light
After breakfast she’ll tidy up a bit,
wash a few things and take time to sit.
She'll feed Sir Ashley, the big grey cat,
who lives under the porch and sits on her lap.
A light lunch of crackers and cheese,
shared with the cat and both will be pleased.
As she sits in her chair in the afternoon breeze,
a short nap she’ll take till just before three.
Then it’s time to make tea and ready the treats,
for her afternoon visitors who come down the street.
They come with new tails of their adventures that day,
that keeps Mable Meriwether wishing they'd stay.
But there’s much to do, and they’re soon on their way,
leaving her eager for their visit the next day.
In honor of all the grandmothers who enjoy visits from their grand children, which are always too short and too few.
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