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