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