Grandma had a china closet.

There, within the shelf,

Lay some treasures she'd collected;

Happiness to help.

On a gloomy winter day,

Out would come the tea set;

Black and shiny tea pot,

Tiny cups not full yet.

She would make a special fuss,

Bring out real sweet cream,

Pour the hot tea in our cups;

Make the gloomy bright, it seemed.

Tricks with string upon our fingers,

Humming buttons, too;

Soap and spool would make a bubble

With a rainbow just for you!

Folds of paper, snipping scissors,

For delighted little fans;

Such a cunning little trick ~

Revealing children holding hands!

How we passed the time, in those days,

No arcade or movie wall;

Making do with simple treasures,

Blessing us as we recall.

© 2003 by Joan Clifton Costner

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