Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Come See!

No matter what I’m doing,
Or how busy I may be,
I always come a-running,
When you call, “Oh, come see!”

It might be a pretty bird,
Or an ugly bug,
Or the way the sunshine
Makes patterns on the rug.

“Oh, Mother, come and see!”
And come I always do.
And I watch the stars glow
In the night with you.

And I watch the rain drops
Fall on bird’s wings.
You and I together
Enjoy so many things.

I’ll never be too busy
When you call, “Oh, come see!”
For things seen through a child’s eyes
Are lovely as can be!

~Dana B. Nelson

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

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