Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Our Secret Hiding Place

We have a secret hiding place,
You and I together,
We can hide there anytime,
Rain or sunny weather.
And we tell each other our secrets
No one else can know,
Or we watch the birds fly,
Or the grass grow,
Or the way the rain falls
On tender flower and tree.
You and I together
Have many things to see.
And never shall we tell a soul
The secrets that we share,
Or about our secret hiding place.
We’re such a happy pair,
That it doesn’t make a bit of difference
One way or another,
That you have just turned six
And I am your grandmother!

~Dana B. Nelson


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

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