“Granny! Red currant jelly’s much the best!”
“Black’s best for colds” she’d say, as she caressed
With firm kind fingers my rough curly head.
She rarely kissed me. Deep within was bred
Acid reserve and purity ... those red
Ripe currants, with their pleasant acid tang,
Seemed to me just like Grandmother! I sang
My multiplication-tables till they rang
Loud through the garden where dear Granny sat
Smiling—well-pleased—with firmly-tied black hat!