Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

I Like These Things

I like the way you honk the horn
When you’re coming in the drive,
For you know that I’m waiting
When the clock says five.

I like the way you smile at me
When company is around,
Your eyes will say, “I love you!”
You don’t have to make a sound.

And the way your bedroom slippers
Are left beside the chair,
When I am by myself
It’s nice to see them there.

Like the way that we can sit
Together without talking,
And the way you hold my hand
Whenever we go walking.

And the little sign we have,
(A secret between we two)
Of saying without words,
“Darling, I love you!”

We’re awfully lucky, aren’t we,
Dearest, you and I?
Growing old together
As time goes by.

~Dana B. Nelson

Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Married – One Year

We do without this,
And do without that,
I wear cheap shoes,
And last year’s hat.

Your overcoat
Is badly worn,
Your shirts are patched
Where they’ve been torn.

We eat cheap food,
And pay low rent,
We know just where
We put each cent.

But I’ll say this,
As I have before,
By having less
We appreciate more!

~Dana B. Nelson

The Adventures Of Spork & Foon

This is one of our favorite stories to tell…

I usually pack our breakfasts and lunches. One evening it had gotten particularly hectic and I didn’t have time to get it done. I told Hubby he’d be on his own in the morning.

When he got home the following evening, I asked him what he’d had for breakfast.

“I did really, really well! I had a plain bagel!”
“You did?”
“Yep. It came with a piece of cheese!”
“It did?”
“Yep. And a sausage patty!”
“Really!!”
“Oh! And an egg, too!”
“Wow! That was some plain bagel!”
“Yeah. I thought the same thing! What a deal, right? And they threw in a hash brown patty, too!”
“Lucky you!”