Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

To Shawn

I wish I could go to a store today
And say to a clerk, “I’d like to see
A dear little boy with big brown eyes,
And dimpled cheeks, between two and three.”

And maybe she’d show me a lot of boys,
And maybe she’d just have a few,
But the one I’d take would have to look,
And act, and be exactly like you.

And she’d say to me, “Shall I wrap him up?”
And I’d reply, “Oh, never mind.
I’ll take him just as he is. You see,
I’m so awfully glad that I could find

Just what I wanted. I like him this way,
With a dirty face and uncombed hair,
His knees all skinned, and his pants coming down,
His shoes untied, and his midriff bare.”

And he’d come to me with his arms out-stretched,
And I’d say, “I love you!” as we walked to the door.
Oh, I wish I could go into town and get
A dear little boy like you at a store!

~Dana B. Nelson

Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

The Gift

You held your hands behind your back,
“Which hand do you choose?” you said.
“Oh, I’ll take the right one,” I answered you.
And you laughed and shook your head.
“You’re wrong! You chose the wrong one!
It was in the left, and see
It’s a beautiful shell I found,
A gift to you from me!”

I put it in my coincase,
And look at it every day.
And I can see your happy face,
And I can hear you say,
“Which hand do you choose?” your eyes all aglow.
And I wonder if you realize
The thing I cherish most of all
Is the love you give me from your eyes.

~Dana B. Nelson

Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Life’s Blessing

We go to bed and we kiss goodnight,
You say, “I love you”, I turn off the light.
And before you go to sleep you say,
“Tomorrow will be a lovely day!”
As we lie there together, just we two,
I wonder how I was blessed with you.
I never deserved such a blessing, I know,
But I always thank God that it is so.
Your hand in mine as we fall asleep,
Happy, contented, we drink life deep.
Tomorrow has such fun in store,
For a grandmother and a boy of four!

~Dana B. Nelson

Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Dear Mrs. Pence

Dear Mrs. Pence was as fat as could be,
When she sat in a chair you never could see
Any lap at all. And her round merry face
Was filled with laugh wrinkles like pretty lace.
She hobbled around with a cane that she said,
Belonged to dear John, before he was dead.
“I’m as poor a church mouse!”, she often would say,
And then she would laugh in a wonderful way.
I would sit there and watch her ripple all over,
She smelled of cough drops and apples and clover.
“Go out in the garden and get me some corn.
We’ll have a nice dinner, as sure as you’re born.
Tomatoes and lettuce and biscuits so high,
And maybe I’ll find us a nice piece of pie.”
You couldn’t say no for she never would hear,
Her joy was in sharing and having folks near.
And she’d hustle around as well as she could,
“My legs are like two old pieces of wood.
Come sit down! We’ll have fun! I love having you here!”
Oh, laughable, lovable Mrs. Pence Dear!

~Dana B. Nelson

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 Lazy One

Two little chickens early in the morning,
In the barnyard, getting awake,
As the rooster crowed, one said to the other,
“What a racket that rooster can make!
I just don’t think I’ll get up today,
I’m not going scratching at all.
Perhaps you would scratch for both of us,
I think I’ll just sit and loll.”

Said the other chicken, “Now get this straight,
Although your plan is neat,
He who doesn’t work at all,
Simply doesn’t eat.
Scratch for yourself, my lazy one,
Being idle is no fun!”

~Dana B. Nelson