Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Found Wanting

I saw a flower on a summer day
Wilting and dying for lack of rain.
Just a quiet shower would have surely brought
All of its loveliness back again.

Why did I suddenly want to cry?
Was it because that, likewise, I
Needed a shower of love to revive
My joy of living and being alive?

(Darling, what makes you unable to see
What a little love would do for me?)

~Dana B. Nelson

Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

To My Mother

Not gone from the heart, though gone from the eye,
For the love of you two could not ever die.
Always together you walked through this life,
Proud to share all as husband and wife.
He walked a step faster and left you behind,
But you cannot falter, you must not mind.
For at the road’s turning there waiting is he,
Thinking how slow you sometimes can be.
Waiting there, love overflowing his heart,
Never once thinking you are apart.
Thinking, perhaps, you are combing your hair,
Or dozing a little curled up on a chair,
Or hustling about doing all those things
That made him feel like a king among kings.
To him it will seem but a few hours or so
Until, hand in hand, into heaven you go.
There is your love, so sweetly he’s tending,
Refreshingly beautiful, dear and unending.

~Dana B. Nelson