Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Convinced

Once I heard a playmate say,
“Fairies aren’t real, anyway!”
I took her by the hand and we
Went back behind the apple tree.
Back where the grass grows nice and high,
And you’re alone with earth and sky.
We laid down flat as we could get
On our tummies. “Now you let
Me tell you just what you’re to do.
Don’t you move one bit, and you
Will see a fairy or an elf,
Because I’ve seen them here myself!”

We waited quietly and then
The grass moved softly, and again!
We heard a flutter, sure enough!
A fairy like a powder-puff,
Flew within our sight and she
Lighted on the apple tree,
Sat upon a blossom white,
Then flew gaily out of sight.
My playmate said, “Now I believe
That fairies really live and breathe!”
And together she and I
Often watch them flutter by.

~Dana B. Nelson

Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Sing Me A Song

Sing me a song, Little Bird,
A song about the sun.
How nice to see a sunbeam,
And catch it on the run!
Sing me a song of the clouds,
How pretty they look from up high,
And tell me about the tree tops,
Do they ever touch the sky?
Sing me a song of the stars, Little Bird,
How bright they must look to you!
Have you ever touched a moonbeam,
And seen a comet, too?
You see, I’m a child of the earth,
I have no wings to fly,
And I must depend on you
To tell me of things of the sky!

~Dana B. Nelson

Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

A Little Hurt

So you fell and hurt your knee,
Goodness gracious, let me see!
Just a little blood and dirt,
We’ll wipe it clean, so it won’t hurt.
Then in just a little while,
We will see your happy smile.
A band-aid with a funny face,
Helps to hide the scratched-up place.
Let’s sing ‘Farmer in the Dell’,
For mother’s kiss has made it well!

~Dana B. Nelson

Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

The Fairy Tea

Once I held a fairy
On this finger here,
She was wee as she could be,
And delicately dear.
On her head a ruby crown,
And she wore a silver gown,
“Please, Dear, won’t you let me down?”,
She said to me.
“Won’t you stay and play awhile?”
But she smiled a fairy smile,
“I am late for tea!”
“And may I come?” She left my hand,
“No, this one’s just for Fairyland.
But someday soon I’ll come and we
Will go together to a tea!”

~Dana B. Nelson

Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Johnny’s Gone To Bed

Little Johnny’s gone to bed.
Gone to sleep, the sleepy-head.
Played real hard the whole day through,
Now look what mother has to do!
One shoe here and one shoe there,
Two hats here, toys everywhere!
Wonder if poor Johnny knows
Who will pick up all his clothes?
Oh, I know it’s fun to play,
But Johnny should put things away.
When play is done and it’s time for bed,
It’s nice to have things in order, instead
Of things over here and things over there.
Though we’re tired and sleepy it’s only fair
To take a minute to put things away,
It makes a nice ending to a happy day.

~Dana B. Nelson

Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Make-Believe

Sandy’s got a tummy-ache,
Isn’t that a shame?
Mother said, “For goodness sake,
Wonder what’s to blame?”

Mother had a pretty bowl,
Lots of candy in it,
Sandy saw the bowl and ate
It empty in a minute.

Then he got the tummy-ache.
“One thing I’d like to know,”
Said Mother, when she saw the bowl,
“Where did that candy go?”

Sandy thought awhile and sid,
“The dearest little elf
Came to visit me awhile
And he just helped himself!”

“Why, that’s a queer thing,” Mother said,
“And sense it doesn’t make.
If the elf ate the candy,
Why have you the tummyache?”

He smiled, “Oh, it was such a lovely
Story about the elf,
But it was only make-believe,
I ate it all myself!”

~Dana B. Nelson

Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Yes, Mom

(He comes in the kitchen door
With mud from head to toes,
And then excuses start,
And on and on it goes!)

I know I am a mess,
And you’ll be mad, I guess.
But that puddle was big as a lake,
And I made one big mistake,
I could have walked around,
But I jumped and hit the ground.
So as long as I landed in it,
I just stayed and played a minute.
Well, maybe an hour or more …..
Yes, Mom, I’ll close the door …
Yes, Mom, I’ll wipe the floor …
Yes, Mom,
Yes, Mom,
Yes, Mom.

~Dana B. Nelson