Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Precarious

My happiness is like a fragile cup
Within your hand.
So carefully you hold it there at times,
Lest anything
Should mar it. Then again quite suddenly
You close your hand, forgetting, and clutch it tight
And it is crushed.

Would that the broken pieces in your palm
Keep you from being stoical and calm!

~Dana B. Nelson

Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Not To Be Forgotten

Your kindness to me reminds me of
A little boy
That I once saw.
Dirty face, bare feet,
Ragged shirt and pants,
Standing so alone! And then another child
With such lovely clothes and sturdy shoes, saw him, too,
Walked up to him, reached out his hand to him,
And together they
Walked down the street.

~Dana B. Nelson