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