Gran's Brag Book

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