Kathy Pinna
A Grandson Grows in My Garden
He listens to water playing its song
As he fills a bath for the sparrows;
Then he catches tadpoles till shadows grow long,
Marking the ground with slim black arrows.
Like quicksilver is five-years-old,
But still as blue-eyed grass,
He watches a butterfly's wings unfold,
Gold velvet and jewel-topaz.
He drinks lemonade with mint and ice;
Picks purple grapes for his mother;
Then curled in my arms he sings "Three Blind Mice"
Till the gate latch lifts . . . Another
Long garden day has left its trail
On the mind of a five-year-old;
As silver-gleaming as dew of snail
Are the treasures his dreams will hold.
- by Maude Rubin, published in the Relief Society magazine. organ of the Relief Society of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, 1963.
As he fills a bath for the sparrows;
Then he catches tadpoles till shadows grow long,
Marking the ground with slim black arrows.
Like quicksilver is five-years-old,
But still as blue-eyed grass,
He watches a butterfly's wings unfold,
Gold velvet and jewel-topaz.
He drinks lemonade with mint and ice;
Picks purple grapes for his mother;
Then curled in my arms he sings "Three Blind Mice"
Till the gate latch lifts . . . Another
Long garden day has left its trail
On the mind of a five-year-old;
As silver-gleaming as dew of snail
Are the treasures his dreams will hold.
- by Maude Rubin, published in the Relief Society magazine. organ of the Relief Society of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, 1963.
Daniel Pinna 
