Did Jesus go to Grandma’s house
For sweets and cakes and bread?
Did Grandma ruffle up his hair
And kiss his little head?

Did Grandma call him in from play
With clanging dinner bell?
Did she tuck Jesus into bed
And pray that he’d sleep well?

Did Jesus wake with morning light
To smells of Grandma’s cooking?
Did he explore her storage rooms
For mysteries a-looking?

Did Grandma know her first grandchild
Would come to be the Christ?
Or was he just her Jesus-boy
She cherished day and night?

Did Jesus go to Grandma’s house
With joy and playful plans?
And did he love as children do,
His precious Grandma, Anne?

I’d really like to think he did,
And I suppose he might.
Because he lived like all of us
In God’s own loving Light.

The loving of a Grandmother
Who’s gentle, wise and kind,
Is Spirit taking form to bless
A child’s heart and mind.