Magic Poem by Ima Ryma

I lived with Grandma for a while
When I was almost four years old.
She gave me a gift with a smile.
Magic, the monkey, I took hold.
The two of us went ev'rywhere,
A buddy for me most welcome,
So many memories to share.
Grandma had knitted Magic from
Bits and pieces of that and this,
From rags and buttons, Magic made.
Grandma'd give each of us a kiss
And cookie after we'd played.

Both at the church when Grandma died,
Magic and I sat side by side.