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

Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Make-Believe

Sandy’s got a tummy-ache,
Isn’t that a shame?
Mother said, “For goodness sake,
Wonder what’s to blame?”

Mother had a pretty bowl,
Lots of candy in it,
Sandy saw the bowl and ate
It empty in a minute.

Then he got the tummy-ache.
“One thing I’d like to know,”
Said Mother, when she saw the bowl,
“Where did that candy go?”

Sandy thought awhile and sid,
“The dearest little elf
Came to visit me awhile
And he just helped himself!”

“Why, that’s a queer thing,” Mother said,
“And sense it doesn’t make.
If the elf ate the candy,
Why have you the tummyache?”

He smiled, “Oh, it was such a lovely
Story about the elf,
But it was only make-believe,
I ate it all myself!”

~Dana B. Nelson

Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Yes, Mom

(He comes in the kitchen door
With mud from head to toes,
And then excuses start,
And on and on it goes!)

I know I am a mess,
And you’ll be mad, I guess.
But that puddle was big as a lake,
And I made one big mistake,
I could have walked around,
But I jumped and hit the ground.
So as long as I landed in it,
I just stayed and played a minute.
Well, maybe an hour or more …..
Yes, Mom, I’ll close the door …
Yes, Mom, I’ll wipe the floor …
Yes, Mom,
Yes, Mom,
Yes, Mom.

~Dana B. Nelson

Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Jelly Sandwich

Oh, Mom, I’m tired from play,
And I’m hungry, too!
Please make me a jelly sandwich
Like you always do!

Yes, I will be careful
Not to get too sticky.

Hurry, Mom, and help me –
I’m getting dripy-dripy!

~Dana B. Nelson

Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Barberry’s House

Barberry, Barberry, where can you be?
Barberry, Barberry, hiding from me.
Not under the bed, my closet is bare,
I’ve looked in the front yard and you’re not there,
Downstairs and upstairs – I’ve looked everywhere!

Oh Dear, what’s that noise on the porch in that box?
Maybe a chipmunk, a bear or a fox
Decided to make it their home. Suppose
I took a peek and it nipped off my nose,
Or jumped out at me and got mud on my clothes!

Ho Ho! Did I hear a wee laugh in there?
Now I am sure that it isn’t a bear.
I lift up the cover, and what do I see?
Barberry, Barberry laughing at me!
Asking her mother to drop in for tea!

Barberry, it’s a nice house, I’ll admit,
But two of us simply could not get in it.
It’s cozy and comfy and just right for you,
But if I got inside do you know what I’d do?
I’d break you wonderful house right in two!

~Dana B. Nelson

Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Squirting Fun

Shawnie, Shawnie, has the hose.
Oops! See how the water goes
Up in the air, a fountain of joy,
Raining down on a little boy.
Now on the flowers, now the patio,
Now he’s discovered it makes a rainbow!
He squirts the water everyplace,
There it goes in Daddy’s face!

~Dana B. Nelson