Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

There WAS Something Missing

The parting was so simple, just a closing of the door,
After one last lingering look to see if everything I’d done
Was just exactly as you would like it. The footstool by your chair,
Your ashtray near, and I put fresh flowers on the table there.
In the kitchen was a cake I baked, I made your favorite one.
When you came in, the house was like it had always been before.

I have wondered since,
If wonder I dare,
When did you notice
I wasn’t there?

~Dana B. Nelson


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

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