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 Baby Girl

God threw some stardust in your eyes,
And put a sparkle there.
He took some gold-dust from the sun
And wove it through your hair.

He got a silver moonbeam, Dear,
To make a voice within,
He chose a cloud of velvet white
For you to wear as skin.

So, Darling, you can not blame me
For thinking you are heavenly!

~Dana B. Nelson

Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Shattered And Broken, But, Home From War

We ask no pity now, nor ever will.
But this we ask: grant us a chance to prove
Ourselves. We were not always taught to kill.
It is a greater task to hate than love.
We hold no malice in our hearts although
All through our lives disabled we must go.
We who must drag through life with bodies torn,
Or walk in darkness, or not walk at all,
We who have fought too long, too hard, and worn
And shattered nerves — we shall not fall!
For faith and courage strong are shields we wear,
And can the heart be stilled with courage there?
We all will find our placed in life again,
And live and laugh and love like yesterday.
We ask that you treat us as other men.
Just grant us this and we will find our way.
Think of us as we were before. And then
We’ll provide ourselves to be as other men.

~Dana B. Nelson

Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Positive, Negative, Oil and Fire

What was our trouble? Now it is clear
Why we had to let go of all we held dear.
I loved to climb mountains while you were secure
Down in the valley, safe and sure.
I reached for the stars while you were content
To see stars in puddles when the rain was spent.
Anything routine I tried to avoid,
While the unexpected found you annoyed.
For things worthwhile I’d gamble, while you
Were satisfied with the tried and true.
I’m a born optimist, (you always said),
While you were a pessimist, born and bred.
I’d wipe up the spilled milk and go on my way,
You brooded about it day after day.
Positive, negative, oil and fire,
Mix together — results are dire.

And so with experience wisdom came.
Though the fire burned brightly we put out the flame.

~Dana B. Nelson

Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Heartache

You used to climb the stairs with swift
Unfaltering steps, and you
Would reach the top with record speed,
You’d take them two by two.

But now! With weary faltering feet
You climb each step as though
They all were long, long steps to heaven,
And I, who sit below

And watch you take your tiresome trip,
Grow quickly weak and cold.
I cannot make myself believe
That you are growing old.

~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

Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

The Bride Has Gone

The ice has melted, the punch is weak,
Mother has lipstick smeared on her cheek
Where daughter kissed her a swift goodby,
While Father feels he wants to die.
The house is forlorn. Where laughter rang
And voices mingled, and the daughter’s gang
Had all the wedding fun, its walls
Echo loneliness as the silence falls.
Dear Mother, do not feel so sad,
And Father, things are not that bad,
They’ll come again in a joyous mood,
And life will then again be good.

But nothing will heal their hearts today,
Their daughter has married and gone away!

~Dana B. Nelson