Music To My Ears
Henry’s only fourteen months
And so his words are few;
His other sounds have meanings
That we struggle to construe.
But one thing he says loud and clear
Is “Nana” and, you see,
It brings a smile from ear to ear
For what he means is me!
While others have to wait until
He nails their name or rank,
I’m thrilled when I hear “Nana”
And it’s Henry I must thank.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2014
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