Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Take A Note, My Heart

This I must remember,
This I must not forget,
No matter how dark the hour,
No matter how deep the regret:
Light always follows the darkness,
After it’s cold, it gets warm,
After the bitter, the sweet,
And calm follows the storm,
After the rain there’s the rainbow,
And May follows December.
This I must not forget,
This I must remember.

~Dana B. Nelson