Grandmother

Grandmother has a hymn book with great silver clasps, and she often reads in that book;
In the middle of the book lies the rose, quite flat and dry;
It is not as pretty as the roses she has standing in the glass;
And yet she smiles at it most pleasantly of all;
And tears even come into her eyes.
I wonder why Grandmother looks at the withered flower in the old book that way?
     - Hans Christian Anderson