Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

There WAS Something Missing

The parting was so simple, just a closing of the door,
After one last lingering look to see if everything I’d done
Was just exactly as you would like it. The footstool by your chair,
Your ashtray near, and I put fresh flowers on the table there.
In the kitchen was a cake I baked, I made your favorite one.
When you came in, the house was like it had always been before.

I have wondered since,
If wonder I dare,
When did you notice
I wasn’t there?

~Dana B. Nelson

Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

And Then The Rains Came

When I was young and immature,
The sky was blue,
The sun was bright.
And I was sure – oh, I was sure,
What I should do
To keep things right,
Was laugh the little cares away,
And I turned night time into day.
I danced, and laughed and I was gay.

Now I am older and mature,
Somber the sky
And dim the sun.
Now I am sure – oh, I am sure,
Though laugh I try,
It can’t be done.
I smile and good control I keep,
All day I hide the heartaches deep,
But in the night I weep, I weep.

~Dana B. Nelson

Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Refuge

In all the turmoil, rush and mad events,
I have a quiet place
Within my heart
To give me peace. The peace and beauty of:
Fur trees standing in the snow, undaunted there,
Wind rustling through green leaves on summer days,
A baby sweetly sleeping in soft dreams,
A lazy dog contented in the sun,
White apple blossoms opening in the spring,
The music of church bells across the town,
The hearty laughter of a child at play.
I have a quiet place
Within my heart
To give me peace.

~Dana B. Nelson

Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

The Sugar Pill

The doctor’s waiting room was filled —
With only standing room.
Pills for this, pills for that —
Chase the ladies’ gloom!

Women, women, women,
Crowded in the hall —
Was there no end to it,
No end at all?

Way down deep inside,
This wise doctor knew,
That to cure the many ills,
What he ought to do,

Was call each husband in,
Stand there and say,
Tell her that you love her,
Tell her three times a day!

~Dana B. Nelson

Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Substitution

Oh, tell me not that I am cold, aloof.
It is the only shield that I can wear.
The gay, sweet laughter, badge of all of youth,
Is gone, with only numbness there.
How can it be? The lovely things we planned
Slipping through my fingers. As they go,
My life seem like a sieve that’s sifting sand.
And now in such a quiet way I know
Peace comes to those who seek and wait.
A still and lonely peace all shorn of hate.

~Dana B. Nelson

Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Take A Note, My Heart

This I must remember,
This I must not forget,
No matter how dark the hour,
No matter how deep the regret:
Light always follows the darkness,
After it’s cold, it gets warm,
After the bitter, the sweet,
And calm follows the storm,
After the rain there’s the rainbow,
And May follows December.
This I must not forget,
This I must remember.

~Dana B. Nelson

Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

The Bridge Left Unburned Behind

I was busy doing something else,
And suddenly I heard it –
A melody played that we loved.
A melody – how shall I word it? –
That brought me peace and joy and love
That I knew then. And I
Was swiftly back again in that
Dear house and seated by
The piano playing that sweet song.
As though it were yesterday,
I saw the rich, green walls and thick
Grey rug – how the sun always lay
In funny patterns on it. And
We were together again
As a family – you in your chair,
Our child close by. Oh then
There was security! For one
Brief moment it returned to me.
And with the rush of memories,
I sobbed with tears convulsively.

I wept! I wept, My Dear, because
Regardless of what went on
Before or after all these years
Since then, that song sent on
The fragments of a memory
Made me realize this: as yet
There is no way to erase a love
Of yesterday. You can’t forget
Entirely one whom you have loved.
There’ll always be a day
When it returns again so dear
In an unexpected way.
A bridge of memories will span
The miles and years to the heart of man.

~Dana B. Nelson