Sweet Nyle - by Nellie H Moss

While tiding up all my important papers I stumbled upon a folded up piece of old typewriter paper....its tissue thin and very fragile.  I carefully unfold it and am amazed to find its my Grandmothers poem that she wrote about me when I was about 11years old.  My Grandmother has always written poetry and has even had many published.  As I read through this poem it strikes me that she has almost written out my future.  So I thought I would share it with you all.

Sweet Nyle

By Nellie H Moss

Nyle is a tall, young girl, who lives by the beach

She learns oh so quickly, if someone will teach

How to make little things from wool or from string

Flowers or from driftwood, just about any old thing

She was my first grandchild, and my love she has won

Her mind is as bright as the noon day sun

Of all of our family she is the only one

Who collects seas shells, just for the fun

There on show, on a shelf, at the head of the stair

Everyone admires them, whenever they go there

Nyle will collect a piece of fancy drift wood

A few dried up seed heads, that don’t look much good

Then she will turn them into a real work of art

Don’t lose your laughter dear little sweetheart

For the lord sets some folks a difficult part

To work out while living, a role set apart

Just be your self dear, you’re growing so fast

You’ll soon be a teenager, my! how the time’s passed

You’ve such a gentle, kind, loving, wee heart

Dont alter young lady, you’ll soon win some lad’s heart

Just set your sights on a really bright star

Then before you know it, why there you are

I hope that I’m still around when you become a bride

Now wont that be something, there by Dad’s side

None of us know just what the future will hold

But we wish you well and a future that is gold