Special
In the pre-school, there are days
When children get to choose
A “special” person that, to them,
Has garnered great reviews.
That person has the honor
Of a very special pass
Which entitles him or her
To come and hang out in the class.
My grandson picked his mommy
As his very first selection.
His daddy was the winner
Next time in his son’s affection.
The time has come again
And it is me who was invited!
I’m sure it’s obvious I’m thrilled,
Delighted and excited.
It’s lovely to feel special
Like that so-called top banana,
But it’s even better coming from
The one who made me “Nana.”
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