Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Questions

With eager hands she pulled him some,
“I wonder — where is this grass from?
What made the sail that held it so?”
He answered her, “I do not know.”

She saw a rose, yellow with white,
“How do the petals fit so tight?”
How can these thorns her let it grow?”
He said to her, “I do not know.”

“Why don’t the clouds fall from the sky?
What makes the mountains up so high?
What keeps the water in a well?”
He answered her, “I cannot tell.”

The thousand things that we pass by
And never question, bring a “why”?
From little hearts, “What made it so?”
Unless we tell them they won’t know.

We brought them into a world full of
Things to smell, to see, to touch and love.
We put them here on this earth and to
Explain it to them is the least we can do!

~Dana B. Nelson