Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

After The Rain, The Rainbow

And now the rain falls gently,
Easing the summer heat,
Washing away the dust
From house and shrub and street.

Just so, the tears fall softly,
Easing the hurt and pain,
Washing away the heartache,
Giving me peace again.

And as I feel the pain go,
I look and see the rainbow!

~Dana B. Nelson

Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Lest I Forget

I must remember all these lonely nights.
It’s funny how the stillness in a room
Can be so heavy it is almost like
A person standing there exuding gloom.

The darkness closes in outside and makes
The room four walls with nothing else to view,
And old familiar sounds then come to be
Strange, mysterious noises, odd and new.

Music, books, the little tasks I do,
Are just escapes, all time consuming things.
As if by doing them I’ll somehow make
The endless night grow restless and take wings.

Oh, yes, I must remember all these nights,
When I am sharing life again with you,
And our dear love is filling every space
Where darkness was, and hours seem short and few.

When we are both together once again,
I must remember and be thankful then!

~Dana B. Nelson

Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Refuge

In all the turmoil, rush and mad events,
I have a quiet place
Within my heart
To give me peace. The peace and beauty of:
Fur trees standing in the snow, undaunted there,
Wind rustling through green leaves on summer days,
A baby sweetly sleeping in soft dreams,
A lazy dog contented in the sun,
White apple blossoms opening in the spring,
The music of church bells across the town,
The hearty laughter of a child at play.
I have a quiet place
Within my heart
To give me peace.

~Dana B. Nelson