My Dear Nana
MY DEAR NANA
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
A tiny gardenia sits in her hair
A twinkle in her eye, a rapturous stare
There’s something she’s savoring
Of moments gone by
A little girl grooming her little doll baby
An orchid corsage for the senior prom, maybe
That summer in Paris, the weather so mild
The pushing and blowing with her first child
Her little girls’ first piano recital
Her little boys surgery a success so vital
The first time she was called grandma
Brought tears to her eyes
All wasn’t rosy there were heartaches as well
Some were so painful, and so hard to quell
But those are the passions in every life
The ups and downs, the laughter, the strife
She handled them well and ended on top
The family she raised, the cream of the crop
Ole gramps strutted about acting large
But everyone knew she was in charge
She bested the challenges she had to overcome
They’re all behind her, the mission is done
She’ll close her eyes now not to open anew
My sweet and gentle nana, I bide you adieu
Copyright © John Arribas | Year Posted 2016
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