Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

One Summer Morning

One summer morning bright and early,
While the grass was shining wet and pearly,
I went behind the Hollyhock rows,
And I saw a fairy washing her clothes
Washing her clothes in the soft, wet dew,
Rubbing them gently, rinsing them, too.
She hung them up on the grasses high,
And she sat there waiting for them to dry.
Out of her pocket she took a wee burr,
As I stood in the Hollyhocks watching her,
She brushed her beautiful gossamer hair,
Brushed it out in the the sunshine there.
And then she tiptoed to a wee rose
And took a petal and blew her nose!
She took a toothbrush, of pine needles green,
And brushed her teeth! The I saw her lean
Over a yellow Buttercup
And wash her face. Then she flew up
And pulled a floweret from the Phlox
And made her a dress by the Hollyhocks.
She picked up her clothes and flew away,
But where she went I cannot say!

~Dana B. Nelson


Husband. Father. Grandfather. Life enthusiast. Life coach. Commentator. My world. Sharing My perspectives. You may also enjoy my other blog: amoralamusings.blog where I sound off on a variety of topics.

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