Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Our Secret Hiding Place

We have a secret hiding place,
You and I together,
We can hide there anytime,
Rain or sunny weather.
And we tell each other our secrets
No one else can know,
Or we watch the birds fly,
Or the grass grow,
Or the way the rain falls
On tender flower and tree.
You and I together
Have many things to see.
And never shall we tell a soul
The secrets that we share,
Or about our secret hiding place.
We’re such a happy pair,
That it doesn’t make a bit of difference
One way or another,
That you have just turned six
And I am your grandmother!

~Dana B. Nelson

Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Much Nicer

A baby’s such a wee thing,
He can’t even talk,
You have to carry him,
He can’t even walk!
I suppose all babies
Can hardly wait to grow,
So they can tell you things,
Like where they want to go.
I guess it’s nice to be
All cuddly, soft, and pink,
But being big as I am
Is really nicer, I think!

~Dana B. Nelson

Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Fireflies

Look at all the Fireflies
Isn’t that a sight?
Their little bodies glowing
With a white or yellow light.
I guess the other bugs and beetles
Who have to roam at night,
Call to them and use them
As a little flashlight.
Suppose a busy Spider,
Who has lagged a bit,
And hasn’t finished spinning,
Calls out to it,
And the little Firefly
Lets itself glow,
And the web is finished.
Now I really don’t know,
But I be the Turtle,
Who’s been out to roam,
And has gone too far
To find the way home,
Calls the little Firefly
And he shines his light,
And the pokey Turtle finds
His way home at night.
And I really do believe
For bugs and crawly things,
He hovers over them
With little flapping wings,
And in the dead of night
He’s their traffic light!
Yellow means caution,
White means go,
And that’s the real reason
Why Fireflies glow!

~Dana B. Nelson

Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

A Lesson

Mother says that I should take
Some lessons from our cat.
That’s a funny thing to say!
What does she mean by that?
“Watch her,” Mother says to me,
“After she’s eaten, what does she do?
Scrubs her face and paws all clean.
And so, Young Man, should you!”

~Dana B. Nelson

Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Spring Song

“Honey, you better
Wear your sweater!”

When springtime comes along,
That’s my mother’s song.

It isn’t hot and it isn’t cold,
And that’s the time when I am told,

“Honey, you better
Wear your sweater!”

Do you know what I do?
ROAST! And you would, too!

~Dana B. Nelson

Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Wait A Little Longer

Jack Frost, Jack Frost
Don’t hurry into town,
For whenever you’re about
The leaves come tumbling down.
And all the window panes
Have funny picture on,
And after you have visited,
All the flowers are gone.
We can’t run out and play
Without a coat and hat,
And you know how we children
Don’t like that!
Jack Frost, Jack Frost
Don’t hurry into town,
We don’t like to see the garden
All dead and brown!

~Dana B. Nelson