grandma poem

though i am little as all little things
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
music i heard with you was more than music
look out upon the stars, my love
there were three in the meadow by the brook
when i go back to earth
wrap the earth in cloudy weather
they may talk of love in a cottage
i saw god. do you doubt it?
perhaps
we lay
therefore i may not
afraid no more, i say