It was a sweltering summer day
When a grandmother and a child
Neath the shade of an old-gnarled oak tree
Were sitting for a while.
"I wonder what I'll be when eighty,"
The four-year-old mused along.Â
"I can't even remember when I was four,"
The grandmother avowed.Â
"I wish I could remember all the words I hear,"
The four-year-old complained.Â
"I just try hard," the grandmother said,
"To recall ones I've attained."
They gave each other a sideways glance
The grandmother and the child.
They continued their fanciful musings.
Then fell silent for a while.
Dorothy Boyland Stones,Â
Downey
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