This poem is written from the viewpoint of a
small child as his or her grandmother meets the new
baby of the family.
MY GRANDMOTHER'S SMILE
Grandma cuddled my new little sister and said
'Look! The wee darling has got Grandad's head!'
I looked at the baby, snug warm in her shawl
She hasn't got whiskers like Grandad at all!
Grandma hugged me tightly, 'She has your Mummy's
Your hair was dark, too, dear,
when you were this
Her ears are your Daddy's, here's Auntie Jane's
And Cousin Kate's Suzie has dimples like those!'
I peeked in the bassinet curiously,
Just looked like my own bubby sister to me!
She blew a big raspberry in very fine style
Then gurgled and gave me - -
my Grandmother's smile!