Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Our Hiding Place

Mother cannot find us,
She’s looking everywhere.
She looked behind the sofa,
And underneath the chair.
She looked behind the draperies,
And in the closet, too,
Now we hear her saying,
“What am I to do?”
Do you think our mother
Ever will be able
To find our hiding place
Underneath the table?

~Dana B. Nelson


Husband. Father. Grandfather. Life enthusiast. Life coach. Commentator. Photographer. Capturing My world. Sharing My perspectives.

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