Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Much Nicer

A baby’s such a wee thing,
He can’t even talk,
You have to carry him,
He can’t even walk!
I suppose all babies
Can hardly wait to grow,
So they can tell you things,
Like where they want to go.
I guess it’s nice to be
All cuddly, soft, and pink,
But being big as I am
Is really nicer, I think!

~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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