My Granmother was very, very awesome! The ultimate granmother! I miss her and think about her often. She passed in 1994 from cancer. This is one of her journal entries about me when I was a baby. Written in 1966, it's called Behind the Kitchen Door...
When I was just a wee, wee tot
and crawling on the floor
My Mommy got a pen for me
Now I'm behind the kitchen door.
They filled it up with many toys
for which I didn't care
They hoped I'd be content to stay
while Mommy fixed her hair
I have a ball, some rings and things
a doll I could adore
But gee! oh me, can't mommy see?
No fun behind the kitchen door.
I get so tired of standing here
while others have the fun
I look, I yearn, I even squirm
while sister is on the run.
Now this has been my tiny world
for months and months I know
I creep, I peep, til I go to sleep
or a fit or two I'll throw
Now one day soon I'll have a plan
right over the top I'll soar
I'm older, I'm stronger, I hope I can scan
my pen behind the kitchen door
I'll run and run till my heart's content
All the things I will explore
If I don't watch out, my one comment
I'll be right back behind the kitchen door.
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Written by:
Mary Alice Waugh
1966