YOU'LL GROW INTO IT "You'll grow into it darling!"
Was what my grandma said,
When she put the knitted hat
Upon my tiny head.
I shrugged my teeny shoulders
And I headed for the street,
And tried to stop the hat from
Getting tangled in my feet.
"You'll grow into it darling!"
My grandma said once more
As I put on the cardigan
Whose sleeves trailed on the floor.
I thought I'd watch the telly
With my little brother, John,
But I couldn't find my fingers
So I couldn't turn it on.
"You'll grow into it darling!"
My grandma said at last,
And from her bag she sorted out
A sock quite hugely vast.
"Now try this on for me" she said
And held it open wide.
I put my foot out nervously
Then tumbled right inside
"I grew into them Grandma"
I said to her one day
"I said you would!" she answered
As she brushed her hair so grey
"It took a bit of patience,
And I only had to wait
But I'm not sure they suit me
Now that I am ninety-eight!"
George Ansell |
