Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Magic

Once there was a little worm,
Slippery, wiggley, how he’d squirm.
Then he spun a wee balloon,
Some folks called it a cocoon.
Stayed there quite awhile and then
Wiggled to get out again.
Magic! Magic! The surprises it brings!
This little worm had gotten wings!
A beautiful sight as he flew up high,
This worm was now a butterfly.
Though once he was ugly, and wiggley and wee,
Now he was something most lovely to see!
Ugliness never should make us forlorn,
For out of it beauty often is born.

~Dana B. Nelson

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

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