Being Nana
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Being Nana
One winter night in year of ninety-seven,
God granted me a special gift from heaven.
To this day, I can think of nothing grander,
than the moment that I learned I was a nana.
Baby crosses her left leg over the other.
I am brimming with delight at this, Oh brother.
Car seats, blankets, tubs, clothes and array,
that day really took a chunk out my pay.
Just when I thought that mom and dad were through,
here comes the little boy, baby, blue.
More love to give and more love to receive.
Being nana is a milestone to achieve.
The “nana thing” grows to a lifelong calling,
a task of love, occasionally befalling
Museum trips, movies and the zoo,
I think back on things we liked to do.
And now I see, how fast the years did fly,
for two young people whose heads are held up high.
Quit this job? I know I’d do it never.
Being Nana brought me love forever.
3/2/17
The day that changed my life forever in a POSITIVE way - Poetry Contest
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Copyright © Janis Medders Tobechi | Year Posted 2017
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