An Old Man's Knee
"Great-granddad," the little girl asked,
As she sat on the old man's knee,
"Can you remember long ago,
When you was as big as me?"
The old man gently laid a hand
On his great-granddaughters head.
He cleared his throat and nodded,
And tried not to laugh when he said:
"Oh, I somehow still remember
Sitting on my grandpa's lap,
And he'd tell me of the olden days
When he was just a little chap.
"And in my book of memories,
When I turn to another page,
I see your grandma on my knee,
When she was only about your age.
"There is yet another little girl
Who means the world to me;
Your mommy spent her share of time
Upon her granddad's knee."
The little girl hugged her great-granddad,
And patted his hair, so soft and gray.
Then, she quickly slid down off his knee,
And waved, as she hurried outside to play.
Copyright © William Robinson | Year Posted 2006
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