Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

And Then The Rains Came

When I was young and immature,
The sky was blue,
The sun was bright.
And I was sure – oh, I was sure,
What I should do
To keep things right,
Was laugh the little cares away,
And I turned night time into day.
I danced, and laughed and I was gay.

Now I am older and mature,
Somber the sky
And dim the sun.
Now I am sure – oh, I am sure,
Though laugh I try,
It can’t be done.
I smile and good control I keep,
All day I hide the heartaches deep,
But in the night I weep, I weep.

~Dana B. Nelson

Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

If Only

If only youth had the wisdom,
It could save so many mistakes,
It could wisely choose the right roads,
And detour the many heartaches.

It seems a shame that wisdom
Comes with time and age.
Oh, I know the book of life
Is written page by page.

But youth is so impatient,
And writing a book is slow,
And it’s such a shame we’re older
Before we know…we know!

~Dana B. Nelson

Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Heartache

You used to climb the stairs with swift
Unfaltering steps, and you
Would reach the top with record speed,
You’d take them two by two.

But now! With weary faltering feet
You climb each step as though
They all were long, long steps to heaven,
And I, who sit below

And watch you take your tiresome trip,
Grow quickly weak and cold.
I cannot make myself believe
That you are growing old.

~Dana B. Nelson