To shelter the generations
There it sits, in the corner. Assembled, half a century before, For another man's child. Purchased from a neighbor To shelter a grandchild, From the love of a woman, For her son's wife and child. Silently and lovingly, The daughter has preserved it, These many years. Now offered as a gift, To a descendant of the carpenter. Once more to shelter a newborn, As a gift from love, for a newborn, To the carpenter's grandchildren. * This is James Broom McQueen (1885-1975) My great-grandfather was the carpenter in the poem. My mother had an identical cradle. It was offered as a gift to my wife by a member of our church congregation after learning I was the carpenter's grandson.
