The Grandmother by Elizabeth Madox Roberts

When Grandmother comes to our house, / She sits in the chair and sews away. / She cuts some pieces just alike / And makes a quilt all day.

I watch her bite the little thread, / Or stick the needle in and out, / And then she remembers her grandmother's house, / And what her grandmother told about,

And how a very long ago -- / She tells it while she cuts and strips -- / We used to live in Mary-land, / And there was a water with ships.

But that was long before her day, / She says, and so I like to stand / Beside her chair, and then I ask, / "Please tell about in Mary-land."