Sunday, November 28, 2010

Poem By Alice Lilley Graham (my Grandmother) 1887 ~ 1974

The little birds are skipping
In the trees......
The little dogs are gathering
On the corner......
The sun dancing as it shines
Cans of milk are jostling
One another......
Doors fly open ~greet the morning sun
Life on our street has begun !


  1. Sweet... even moreso that it's by your Grandmother, and with the photos you chose and framed. Makes me want to have hot chocolate... but I just did.

  2. My Grandmother loved to write poetry. When she passed away my cousin made a lovely little book of her poems for each of us to treasure !