Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

The Dearest Friend

Once I lived in a little town,
(I can’t state the name).
I called it a “stopping-off-place”,
But I lived there just the same.
Folks there didn’t have much to do,
The town being so small.
They played a lot of cards and talked
About their neighbors all.
Oh, yes, and teas! They had so many
I got so tired of sipping!
Such boring talk and wasted of time
Into gossip dipping.
Do you know what I did
To overcome the bore?
I walked a mile to a friend’s house,
Went in and closed the door.
Now she didn’t think about linens,
Nor bone china cups and plates,
Nor whether the silver was sterling,
Or whether the candlesticks mates.
She didn’t have a furnace,
Just a big black stove and we
Would put a kettle on the top
So we could make some tea.
We’d prop our feet up on the stove
To warm ourselves a bit,
She taught me how to crochet,
And taught me how to knit.
We’d drink our tea in broken cups,
And eat a sticky bun,
We’d lick the sugar off our fingers,
We could have such fun!
When we left that little town,
I was very glad,
But that lovely friend of mine
Was the best I’ve ever had!

~Dana B. Nelson

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

Life’s Joy

I cannot imagine
How it would be,
Not to have him come home
To his baby and me,
Not to have him come in
With a grin on his face,
And say, “My! It’s good
To come home to this place!”

~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

Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Possessions

I have no Oriental rugs,
No costly silverware,
I don’t own cut-glass dishes and
My china isn’t rare.
My linens aren’t the finest, nor
My furniture the best.
But my home offers comfort, and
It is a place for rest.
I may not have the finer things
That some are boasting of,
But I have peace, and faith and hope
And happiness and love!

~Dana B. Nelson

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

Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Why?

Just why do I love you?
Dear one, if I could
Tell you in words
I certainly would!

But can you explain
Just how the snow
Warms sleeping gardens?
And do you know

How the evergreens,
All winter through,
Stay beautiful?
And from where does the hue

Of the rainbow come?
Oh, tell me, Dear One,
Why does the sunflower
Turn to the sun?

How can a baby,
Too wee for choice,
Always tell
His mother’s voice?

Just why do I love you?
I really can’t say.
You can’t explain love,
It just happens that way!

~Dana B. Nelson