Ilene Bauer Poet Rhyme

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.

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Pat Adams February 9, 2018 at 5:18 PM We always called our grandma, grandma. My little brother once called her granny and I didn't like it because I thought it was disrespectful!....80)...Another good poem!!

Jan Allison February 8, 2018 at 5:03 PM aww Ilene i would love to be a grandma/nanna one day I know how much fun you have with your lovely grandchildren and I love reading about them:-) hugs Jan xx

Sunlite Wanter February 8, 2018 at 4:10 PM Very sweet. My children had a "Nana" (my husband's mother).