Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Precarious

My happiness is like a fragile cup
Within your hand.
So carefully you hold it there at times,
Lest anything
Should mar it. Then again quite suddenly
You close your hand, forgetting, and clutch it tight
And it is crushed.

Would that the broken pieces in your palm
Keep you from being stoical and calm!

~Dana B. Nelson

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

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