A Child's Grace

Rosalind Mason

A CHILD'S GRACE
 Down in time for breakfast!
And a clean green dress,
And my hair
Curled in six-
Three on one side
And three on the other;
And I
Very well washed
All over.
Opposite me is the Baby
With his bib-
Pink
With white elephants on it.
And there is mother
And father;
And we bend our heads
Over our blue plates with oranges.
Our grace is silent-
You can talk that way, you know,
To God,
Though sometimes you have to scream
At Baby-
To make him pay attention
If he is playing, and you want him to come.
After grace is over
I feel quite new