Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Restlessness

I have a restless spirit.
I should have been a gypsy,
A wild and carefree gypsy,
With a red sash round my waist,
And purple shoes with heels so high
I’d dance until stars left the sky,
To gay, sweet music played for me
In lilting gypsy melody.

I have a restless spirit.
My home with ruffled curtains
Should be a gypsy tent.
And I would move in a caravan
To see the world. Then I would sing
Under the stars at night when everything
Was still and quiet, by a flickering fire.
Sing, love and dance to my heart’s desire.

~Dana B. Nelson