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Ms Mable Meriwether - A poem in Honor of Grandmothers

Updated on July 25, 2013

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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      miss_jkim 5 years ago

      I too have wonderful memories of my grandmother Katrine, I only hope I can live up to her example with my own grand children. Thank you for sharing.

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      KatrineDalMonte 5 years ago

      A beautiful hub. Grandmothers play a wonderful role in our life. They truly are like second mothers. I have such amazing memories of my dear grandmother, she was truly wonderful. Thank you for sharing this :-)

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      miss_jkim 5 years ago

      What beautiful memories Becky, thanks for sharing them.

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      miss_jkim 5 years ago

      Thank you for such kind words Cat.

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      Becky Katz 5 years ago from Hereford, AZ

      This really brought back memories. My grandmother lived too far away to visit often but I would spend several weeks each summer with her. She would invite her friends to tea and allow me to play tea party with her and all of her friends. They were all elementary teachers so they knew about little girls. We always had fun and when I turned 18 and moved into my own apartment, she gave me that set of china that I always wanted to use. I still have the set 35 years later.

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      Catherine Tally 5 years ago from Los Angeles

      Absolutely DELIGHTFUL in every way!