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

Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

A Little Hurt

So you fell and hurt your knee,
Goodness gracious, let me see!
Just a little blood and dirt,
We’ll wipe it clean, so it won’t hurt.
Then in just a little while,
We will see your happy smile.
A band-aid with a funny face,
Helps to hide the scratched-up place.
Let’s sing ‘Farmer in the Dell’,
For mother’s kiss has made it well!

~Dana B. Nelson

Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Johnny’s Gone To Bed

Little Johnny’s gone to bed.
Gone to sleep, the sleepy-head.
Played real hard the whole day through,
Now look what mother has to do!
One shoe here and one shoe there,
Two hats here, toys everywhere!
Wonder if poor Johnny knows
Who will pick up all his clothes?
Oh, I know it’s fun to play,
But Johnny should put things away.
When play is done and it’s time for bed,
It’s nice to have things in order, instead
Of things over here and things over there.
Though we’re tired and sleepy it’s only fair
To take a minute to put things away,
It makes a nice ending to a happy day.

~Dana B. Nelson