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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=339759" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Granny</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here, in her elbow chair, she sits<br>A soul alert, alive,<br>A poor old body shrunk and bent -<br>The queen-bee of the hive.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But hives of bees and hives of men<br>Obey their several laws;<br>No fiercely-loving filial throng<br>This mother-head adores.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This bringer of world-wealth, whereof<br>None may compute the worth,<br>Is possibly of no account<br>To anyone on earth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her cap and spectacles, that mean<br>Dim eyes and scanty hairs,<br>The humble symbols of her state -<br>The only crown she wears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lacking a kingdom and a court,<br>A relic of the past,<br>Almost a cumberer of the ground -<br>That is our queen at last.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But still not wholly without place,<br>Nor quite bereft of power;<br>A useful stopgap - a resource<br>In many a troubled hour.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She darns the stockings, keeps the house,<br>The nurseless infant tends,<br>While the young matrons and the men<br>Pursue their various ends -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Too keen-set on their great affairs,<br>Or little plays and pranks,<br>The things and people of their world,<br>To give her thought or thanks -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The children on whom all her thought<br>And time and love were spent<br>Through half a century of years!<br>Yet is she well content.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The schooling of those fiery years,<br>It has not been for nought;<br>A large philosophy of life<br>Has self-less service taught.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The outlook from the heights attained<br>By climbings sore and slow<br>Discovers worlds of wisdom, hid<br>From clearest eyes below.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So calmly, in her elbow chair,<br>Forgotten and alone,<br>She knits and dreams, and sometimes sighs<br>But never makes a moan.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still dwelling with her brood unseen -<br>Ghosts of a bygone day -<br>The precious daughter in her grave,<br>The dear son gone astray -</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And others, to whom once she stood<br>As only light and law,<br>The near and living, and yet lost,<br>That need her love no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Watching their joyous setting forth<br>To mingle with their kind,<br>With scarce a pang, with ne'er a grudge,<br>At being left behind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Let them be young, as I was young,<br>And happy while they may' . . . .<br>A dog that waits the night in peace<br>Since it has had its day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ada+Cambridge">Ada Cambridge</a><div class=q>
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A soul alert, alive,
A poor old body shrunk and bent -
The queen-bee of the hive.

But hives of bees and hives of men
Obey their several laws;
No fiercely-loving filial throng
This mother-head adores.

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