Frances Shaw. Grandmother. Harriet Monroe, ed. Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912-22

Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22.

Grandmother

By Frances Shaw


HOW can I, wordless, make you understand,
When you so gently stroke my withered hand
And ask me if I like my tea,
And if the long night rested me?
O girl, my body, not my heart, is dead—	5
Tell me, oh, tell me what your lover said!

Tell how the moonlight on the garden lay,
And what is the red flower you wear today.
I knew it once—the memory is dead.
Tell me, oh, tell me what your lover said!	10