After his baby prayers Gran always held him
(This ritual made the bedtime hour glad.)
And rocked him in her dear old wooden rocker
Until he grew to be a husky lad
And gout made her old legs begin complaining.
Did they forego this cherished rite? Not they!
For sitting side by side in that loved rocker
In Granny's room they welcomed close of day.
But now the creaking rocker is too narrow,
(How wide it seemed to him, a little chap!)
Yet still the two enjoy their twilight ritual
For he holds fragile Granny on his lap.
