My Own Telephone
Her Grandma, she would call in her world of pretend
Which started in the morning and there seemed to be no end.
"Ring, "Ring , and she would say "hello?
Off into her little play land she would go.
What happen to the little girl where has she gone
All grown up and out on her own.
She is no longer this little child
But one of her own now helps her to smile.
No doubt the day will also come
With happiness she will look upon her little one.
And hand that baby a little phone and a call it will make
Hello Grandma, you got my birthday cake.
Children make you happy with kindness and love
They remind you of heaven up above.
Always there and happy most of the time
Sweet little children all one of a kind.
© Harriett Dash