In a cozy nook she sits
While she knits.
Glints of sunshine on her
hair,
Sitting there.
Close to her I move my
chair;
She is fair.
Greets me she with welcome
kiss –
Knotting bliss!
O I love to meet her here,
Every year.
Rare, too rare, such
sweethearts are –
Grandmam ma!
Joe
Cone
May 5, 1900
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