He knows we are sewing a seam.
Dear Grandma is wiser but cheerful,
She sits by the window to-day;
Where the sunlight is kissing her forehead,
And children are near her at play.
A smile in place of your tear-drop,
Grey locks where your golden are seen;
She says God's loved hath illumined
Her life, and made easy each seam.
She, too, can think of a summer day,