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

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

Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Why, Do You Suppose?

What do you think I saw today,
Behind the apple tree?
A little elf was sitting there
Looking straight at me!

“Hi!” I said, real softly,
“Won’t you come and play?”
But I must have scared him —
He got up and ran away.

Now why, do you suppose,
That dear little elf
Was underneath that tree
All by himself?

~Dana B. Nelson

Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

A Fun Game

Let’s talk like the ducks do,
Quack, quack, quack,
Let’s make the noise of the engine
Puffing down the track.

Hoot-hoot like the wise old owl,
High up in the tree,
Buzz around in circles
Like the bumblebee.

Cackle like the chicken
When she’s laid an egg,
Stand like the flamingo
Only on one leg.

Meow like a kitten
That wants food to eat,
Bark like the dog
That’s begging for a treat.

Perhaps if we cry
Like a hungry baby,
Mom will hear and come
With a treat…well, maybe!

~Dana B. Nelson

Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

A Game

Carol and Michael, and Sandy and Murray,
I say them real fast like I’m in a big hurry.
These are the names of my cousins four,
And I often wish I had some more.
Belinda and Suzan and Robert and Jill,
Pamela and Jimmy and Nancy and Bill,
I say them real fast and my tongue and I
Get all tangled up! But it’s fun to try!

~Dana B. Nelson

Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Convinced

Once I heard a playmate say,
“Fairies aren’t real, anyway!”
I took her by the hand and we
Went back behind the apple tree.
Back where the grass grows nice and high,
And you’re alone with earth and sky.
We laid down flat as we could get
On our tummies. “Now you let
Me tell you just what you’re to do.
Don’t you move one bit, and you
Will see a fairy or an elf,
Because I’ve seen them here myself!”

We waited quietly and then
The grass moved softly, and again!
We heard a flutter, sure enough!
A fairy like a powder-puff,
Flew within our sight and she
Lighted on the apple tree,
Sat upon a blossom white,
Then flew gaily out of sight.
My playmate said, “Now I believe
That fairies really live and breathe!”
And together she and I
Often watch them flutter by.

~Dana B. Nelson