Best Nanny Poems
Jesyca
A little girl full of life with so much love
for her papa. It was love at first sight
when papa laid eyes on her at her birth.
He was her nanny; papa never laid
her down but cradled her in his arms
until it was time to leave.
He was mama until she was two.
When he would correct her, he'd say,
"No, "Papa."
She was unbending and would repeat by saying,
"No," Mama."
He taught her to ride her first tricycle,
taught her to throw her first ball,
he helped her with homework when she started school.
Once in a while she'd call and asked,
"Papa would you come to school today
and have lunch with me."
and of course Papa couldn't never say no to his little girl.
Her first baseball game she played on,
was a t-ball team of all boys and one girl.
Of course, she outshined them all
and took home the winning game ball.
She has been playing in the All–Star Softball Team.
Now eight years old,
coaches are watching her to get her on their team.
By Eve Roper 9-10-2014
It was an ordinary day,
when time she came our way.
So young and shy, with a lovely smile
I thought she’d stay for just awhile.
But ever since she cared for us
in everything she does.
She was hired so mom and dad could work.
She, no hard task ever shirked.
So I grew up within her care
she gave a love so rare,
from noon till night and every morn
as though from her I was born.
Now I have grown, I dread this time,
she’s old and past her prime.
She longs these days for her homeland,
I can’t release her loving hand.
I hide my tears but still I cling
to she, the wind beneath my wings.
It is not a normal day,
for my shadow leaves today.
07 July 2015
Limerick : Once a Nanny looked for a Manny/Mannie
Once a Nanny looked for a Manny
And found the father of her Kiddie
Poor Cuckold gave assent
With his Girlie’s consent
Now all five live in One Bliss House free.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
the shift lead does the work
while the owner does her thing
stuck dead center in the middle
flying with a weight on each wing
with little led but left to lead
few notice efforts done
I see the magic that you do
and Im not the only one
the nanny rears the children
the translator joins a talk
the messenger carries the message
you raise, you bridge, you walk
in the center of both sides
of the prinicipal and the student
both resent the whats implemented
though the teacher knows what's prudent
you bare the responsibility
we push and pull you door
unappreciated, tired
as we only beg for more
the fingers link the hands
911 brings hurt to aid
the glue bonds the two together
you unite, you help, you braid
I will honor what you do
you've gained my trust a new
cause all that's better is in view
I always think of you
On Sundays she likes to drive
To the country or the coast.
Cheered by fields of blazing hue,
singing hymns from home.
She threads her way
through Sussex lanes
on her only day of rest.
A substitute for azure blue,
the Channel sky is pebble grey grey.
She lets herself be soothed again
by the water’s suck and sigh.
Finding peace,
she takes her ease
between the earth and sky.
A young girl with cleavage to spare
Found employment as an au pair
Her boss was excited
Because she delighted
In giving her assets fresh air
Jesyca
A little girl full of life with so much love
for her papa. It was love at first sight
when papa laid eyes on her at her birth.
He was her nanny; papa never laid
her down but cradled her in his arms
until it was time to leave.
He was mama until she was two.
When he would correct her, he'd say,
"No, "Papa."
She was unbending and would repeat by saying,
"No," Mama."
He taught her to ride her first tricycle,
taught her to throw her first ball,
he helped her with homework when she started school.
Once in a while she'd call and asked,
"Papa would you come to school today
and have lunch with me."
and of course, Papa couldn't never say no to his little girl.
Her first baseball game she played on,
was a t-ball team of all boys and one girl.
Of course, she outshined them all
and took home the winning game ball.
She has been playing in the All–Star Softball Team.
Now eight years old,
coaches are watching her to get her on their team.
By Eve Roper 9-10-2014
T’was quite uncanny
How cute little Annie
Got the gig as the nanny
To care for young Danny
Whose daddy was Giovanni
All while pleasing the live-in granny
T’was cute little Annie
who introduced them to samosas Pakistani
The tasty kind that no matter how many
Don’t add one ounce to your teeny fanny
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on February 2, 2018 for contest EARLY FEB 2018 PREMIERE sponsored by BRIAN STRAND
Once knew a brave fellow from Miami
His ability to leap tall buildings was uncanny
Going up was no sweat
Coming down posed a threat
Sadly he landed and crushed his poor nanny
© Jack Ellison 2015
Awaiting the news, we feared the worst and hoped for the best.
Life was about to put my family through an unforgettable test
Mom came in, evidence on her face, that nanny wasn't okay
"nanny has cancer" mom cried "we won't see her for a couple of days"
I didn't sleep that night, that night was one of the worst
I have never been to a funeral before, and I feared nannys would be my first
I cried myself to sleep, and little did I get
I wasn't ready too lose my only great nana yet
After the hospice , I visited nanny, and I don't mean to be rude
But seeing her like this scared me, she looked like a skeleton decorated in tubes
It was exceptionally difficult not to cry, but I tried oh so hard
I walked over, hugged nanny tight, and handed her my home-made card
It said: nanny I hope you get well soon, I know you'll be okay
It's okay to be scared, we'll visit you everyday.
And when you get home, things will change, we won't ever fight, it's true.
nanny never give up, keep on fighting...
I never want to lose you.
As her eyes scanned across the page, tears welled up in her eyes.
That was the first day I've ever seen my nanny cry.
We hugged for forever, cried together, and quickly did time pass.
I never wanted to stop saying "I love you" for fear it would be the last.
We like for Nanny to make us PBJ
And minto cheese samiches....ummm
She cuts off the edges, they just go away
She even gives baby bubba some
I love my Nanny more every day
© Mar 30 2010
Nanny taught me how to potty
I don’t like my pull ups soggy
She says stay til I make a plop
Then up from the potty I can hop
Ang go back to playing with froggy
© Mar 30 2010
Many an interpretations have I known of tales,
Of darkness versus light, gruesome versus delightful.
A time bedtime stories were Mamma’s pride.
Fortunate we were to look upon her face, all lightened.
Came an awful nanny, turned us to mice frightened.
Withered oval face, grim and opaque with intentions hidden;
Was she vindictive over our annoying childhood pranks
Or victorious in her power to patronise and subdue us?
Wonder would we, long after, on her tales, minds filled
And heart heavy with weird pictures of evil dead; animals
In the museum coming to live, behaving in amazing ways
And of monoliths moving to open ways for monsters
To crawl out from the dark dungeons of the earth.
These were just prelude; the more terrifying accounts
Would pour down as the night darkness intensified.
Held terrorised of vicious blood suckers sneaking in
through opening of windows on sudden gusts of wind,
Tightly we would grip each other, my sisters would cry.
One day, the climax was attained; nanny was a witch!
Peeped did the moon on us, in time finding us solace.
“The night is darkest before dawn.’ Mamma would say.
Shot a shining star, mamma it was, her light gave us
Strength and to nanny we rushed, pushed her with a blow.
Out of the window she flew, turning to a coward crow!
Date:16/07/16 (24 lines)
Contest: Make a poem*2 (using 21 words provided)
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
you may be gone.
but not for long.
we will join you soon.
you are just over the dunes
I have something to say.
last time we came to see you during the day.
the reason we left so fast.
just in case you asked.
was because he was there.
we left so fast we disappeared into thin air.
we didn't get to talk.
your white hair was like chalk.
we thought we had more time.
I did mime. sorry
and that was it.
the last time we saw you.
I wish I could talk to you once more.
and now your gone.
a year ago.
your funeral on my sisters birthday.
im sorry we didn't come to the funeral.
you know why and I know that you understand.
that is what makes you so grand.
in your final stand.
now I can say.
I love you and I am sorry you are gone.
in memory of Jean Jones who passed away 1st September 2012.
who will be sorely missed.
Just giving a nudge
may only lead to a fudge:
push will make us budge.