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

Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Lullaby

Little boy that’s cuddling so,
Sleepy boy, I know, I know.
Put your head upon my breast,
You have earned your evening rest.
Quiet now, and bye-lo-bye,
Stars are lighting up the sky.
Close your eyes, I’ll hum a song,
‘Til the sandman comes along.
Bye-lo-bye, I love you so,
Cuddly boy to sleep you go!

~Dana B. Nelson

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

The Sugar Pill

The doctor’s waiting room was filled —
With only standing room.
Pills for this, pills for that —
Chase the ladies’ gloom!

Women, women, women,
Crowded in the hall —
Was there no end to it,
No end at all?

Way down deep inside,
This wise doctor knew,
That to cure the many ills,
What he ought to do,

Was call each husband in,
Stand there and say,
Tell her that you love her,
Tell her three times a day!

~Dana B. Nelson

Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

The Bridge Left Unburned Behind

I was busy doing something else,
And suddenly I heard it –
A melody played that we loved.
A melody – how shall I word it? –
That brought me peace and joy and love
That I knew then. And I
Was swiftly back again in that
Dear house and seated by
The piano playing that sweet song.
As though it were yesterday,
I saw the rich, green walls and thick
Grey rug – how the sun always lay
In funny patterns on it. And
We were together again
As a family – you in your chair,
Our child close by. Oh then
There was security! For one
Brief moment it returned to me.
And with the rush of memories,
I sobbed with tears convulsively.

I wept! I wept, My Dear, because
Regardless of what went on
Before or after all these years
Since then, that song sent on
The fragments of a memory
Made me realize this: as yet
There is no way to erase a love
Of yesterday. You can’t forget
Entirely one whom you have loved.
There’ll always be a day
When it returns again so dear
In an unexpected way.
A bridge of memories will span
The miles and years to the heart of man.

~Dana B. Nelson