A Fond Farewell

A Fond Farewell By M P Walsh I text her every day at Ten, just to say good day, Ask how’s it going, Nana, is everything okay? Did you sleep the sleep of slumber, or stay awake ‘til 10, And by the way the real good news, the Red Sox won again! She answers back and I could see the tiredness in her text, I woke again, she tells me, for that same old 5 AM. I offer her a fix to keep her sleeping through the night, But she writes it just won’t work for me: “I’ve already tried it twice.” I send her back a ha, ha text to let her know I care, She then sends me a big red face (I guess I wasn’t fair). She asks me if my walk went well and did I wave at cars, I answer her with big bright eyes, emoji eyes not mine. My Nana Jo, a precious jewel, whose friendship means a lot, We seem to get along most times but scold me when I’m not. She is one of my darling Angels number one to be exact, The other two are there for me but Nana tops the lot. All three Angels are my friends we share some precious dates, Like birthdays and of Christmas time with dinners to celebrate. We laugh and joke and smile a bunch and try to stay at ease, We’re happy as a clam and snug, my three Angels and me! Of course I’m getting older just not ready to leave the Girls, They’re also over 50 but they just don’t look their age. I celebrate my life and pray that I will go with ease. Because after all is said and done, it’s where I want to be. And when it rains look at the sky to Heaven and beyond, Because the rain that wets your face is just a gift of mine. And when the rain lets up and a Rainbow comes along, Just sneak under the Rainbow, pause, and hear me sing my songs.