Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Lucy’s Home

Lucy’s home is never
Just so and so,
No one seems to bother
Where things should go.
She can’t remember guest towels
Until too late.
And Lucy’s never on time–
You always wait.
There’s often dust around,
Beds aren’t made,
Kitchen dirt is in a
Corner, I’m afraid.
But there is always laughter
Coming from the door.
Her whole house rings music!
Joy is there! What’s more,
Lucy’s friends are many,
She’s loved by everyone,
Lucy’s home is lovely,
For Lucy’s home is fun!

~Dana B. Nelson

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

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