Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Perplexed

She sat by the mouse trap and softly cried,
Because a little grey mouse had died.

“He’s such a tiny Little Mouse Grey,
He couldn’t harm us in any way.
He wanted to live as much as I.
And now you’ve left this little mouse die!
One time our kitty hurt a mouse,
And I found him near the house,
And I held him carefully
In my hand, and he liked me.
I petted him and we talked a bit,
Then I said goodbye to it.
He was my friend when he ran away,
I know he’ll come back to see my some day!”

As I saw her there with tears in her eyes,
And the faith that only childhood knows,
It saddened me to think of what
One loses as one older grows.

~Dana B. Nelson

Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

If Only

If only youth had the wisdom,
It could save so many mistakes,
It could wisely choose the right roads,
And detour the many heartaches.

It seems a shame that wisdom
Comes with time and age.
Oh, I know the book of life
Is written page by page.

But youth is so impatient,
And writing a book is slow,
And it’s such a shame we’re older
Before we know…we know!

~Dana B. Nelson

Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Heartache

You used to climb the stairs with swift
Unfaltering steps, and you
Would reach the top with record speed,
You’d take them two by two.

But now! With weary faltering feet
You climb each step as though
They all were long, long steps to heaven,
And I, who sit below

And watch you take your tiresome trip,
Grow quickly weak and cold.
I cannot make myself believe
That you are growing old.

~Dana B. Nelson