Poems My Grandmother Taught Me


You used to climb the stairs with swift
Unfaltering steps, and you
Would reach the top with record speed,
You’d take them two by two.

But now! With weary faltering feet
You climb each step as though
They all were long, long steps to heaven,
And I, who sit below

And watch you take your tiresome trip,
Grow quickly weak and cold.
I cannot make myself believe
That you are growing old.

~Dana B. Nelson


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

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