Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

There WAS Something Missing

The parting was so simple, just a closing of the door,
After one last lingering look to see if everything I’d done
Was just exactly as you would like it. The footstool by your chair,
Your ashtray near, and I put fresh flowers on the table there.
In the kitchen was a cake I baked, I made your favorite one.
When you came in, the house was like it had always been before.

I have wondered since,
If wonder I dare,
When did you notice
I wasn’t there?

~Dana B. Nelson

Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

And Then The Rains Came

When I was young and immature,
The sky was blue,
The sun was bright.
And I was sure – oh, I was sure,
What I should do
To keep things right,
Was laugh the little cares away,
And I turned night time into day.
I danced, and laughed and I was gay.

Now I am older and mature,
Somber the sky
And dim the sun.
Now I am sure – oh, I am sure,
Though laugh I try,
It can’t be done.
I smile and good control I keep,
All day I hide the heartaches deep,
But in the night I weep, I weep.

~Dana B. Nelson