Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Our Choice

Marriage is heaven, or it can be hell.
What will ours be? How can we tell?

The answer is ours to make,
Because from the start,
We’ll make our love grow or turn
Ice cold in the heart.
We are the two who’ll decide
Which trend it will take,
Either heaven on earth,
Or a hell we’ll make.

So let’s be kind and thoughtful,
Unselfish and forgiving,
Forget our little faults
As we share living.

Since we love each other so tenderly,
Let’s treat it very sacredly.
Love is a flower to be watered each day,
Faithfully, or it withers away!

~Dana B. Nelson

Poems My Grandmother Taught Me

Precarious

My happiness is like a fragile cup
Within your hand.
So carefully you hold it there at times,
Lest anything
Should mar it. Then again quite suddenly
You close your hand, forgetting, and clutch it tight
And it is crushed.

Would that the broken pieces in your palm
Keep you from being stoical and calm!

~Dana B. Nelson

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

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