Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

I’ve Had It!

He says in his job
He has many frustrations,
Things that go wrong,
And aggravations.

So he comes home from work
Filled up to here,
And since I’m the one
Who brings up the rear,

He always proceeds
To let it all out,
On and on he goes,
‘Til I’m ready to shout!

I wish I could find me
A wailing wall,
I’d have it put
Right here in the hall.

Then I’d tell him each night
When he starts to explode,
There’s the wall, be my guest,
Stand there and unload.

Cry your heart out, scream,
Kick, throw a fit,
But use the wall,
I’M TIRED OF IT!

~Dana B. Nelson

Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Dreams

Dear chubby little hands around my neck,
Loving me so,
Holding me tight.
Only an angel sent from heaven to bring
Cheer and delight.
And then to grow
To manhood strong,
(It won’t be long.)
But oh, for me – what then will there be for me?
Evermore with dreams
I’ll live. Dreams
Of an angel with chubby hands around my neck
Kissing, hugging,
Loving me so.
Lullaby baby,
Sweet and low.

~Dana B. Nelson

Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Her Father’s Child

She was just a little tyke,
Six or seven, I guess.
The kind you often see
With too old, too long a dress.

Her hair was straight, the color
Of too hot, too dry as sand.
Her walk was the walk of a soldier,
Her hand in her father’s hand.

Her eyes so clear, so beautiful,
The brightest star would dim;
Eyes used for both of them,
For she was leading him.

~Dana B. Nelson

Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

An Overdose

The road of life winds and bends,
You even come to a lot of dead-ends.
You live in a maze,
Go around in a daze,
And wonder if ever will come the day
When you can see light and find your way.
“It builds character!”, my mother said.
Well, I’m character built from my toes to my head.
I’m so character built that I must be
Insufferable to all but me!

~Dana B. Nelson

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

Our Choice

Marriage is heaven, or it can be hell.
What will ours be? How can we tell?

The answer is ours to make,
Because from the start,
We’ll make our love grow or turn
Ice cold in the heart.
We are the two who’ll decide
Which trend it will take,
Either heaven on earth,
Or a hell we’ll make.

So let’s be kind and thoughtful,
Unselfish and forgiving,
Forget our little faults
As we share living.

Since we love each other so tenderly,
Let’s treat it very sacredly.
Love is a flower to be watered each day,
Faithfully, or it withers away!

~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