Nana
I’m not Grandma, Granny, Gram
And certainly not Bubby.
It is Nana who I am
And Grandpa for my hubby.
Choosing monikers is strange –
We rarely do the picking –
And, once chosen, we can’t change
So what we choose is sticking.
When I’m greeted or I’m paged
With “Nana,” here’s the thing –
All my senses are engaged;
My heart begins to sing.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2018
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