Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

I’ve Had It!

He says in his job
He has many frustrations,
Things that go wrong,
And aggravations.

So he comes home from work
Filled up to here,
And since I’m the one
Who brings up the rear,

He always proceeds
To let it all out,
On and on he goes,
‘Til I’m ready to shout!

I wish I could find me
A wailing wall,
I’d have it put
Right here in the hall.

Then I’d tell him each night
When he starts to explode,
There’s the wall, be my guest,
Stand there and unload.

Cry your heart out, scream,
Kick, throw a fit,
But use the wall,
I’M TIRED OF IT!

~Dana B. Nelson

Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Dreams

Dear chubby little hands around my neck,
Loving me so,
Holding me tight.
Only an angel sent from heaven to bring
Cheer and delight.
And then to grow
To manhood strong,
(It won’t be long.)
But oh, for me – what then will there be for me?
Evermore with dreams
I’ll live. Dreams
Of an angel with chubby hands around my neck
Kissing, hugging,
Loving me so.
Lullaby baby,
Sweet and low.

~Dana B. Nelson