Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

The Happy Days

Every day my Daddy goes
Off to work at seven,
Except on week-ends then he stays
Home with me–it’s heaven!
I wake him in the morning with
A pillow fight and I
Tickle him and laugh with him,
The hours go flying by.
Sometimes we go fishing,
Or to the beach together,
Or we make model airplanes
If it’s rainy weather.
It seems the week-ends go so fast,
And suddenly it’s Monday,
And then I’ve got a week to wait
‘Til Saturday and Sunday!

~Dana B. Nelson