Long Nana Poems
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"The cooler weather changed our work—
not the land’s will to live." :by poet
When the water begins to cool
and we can no longer swim,
when the hot winds begin to cool,
when each day we no longer fear
the bushfire’s hunger,
then the time has come
to change our ways.
Dad hitches up the trailer
and we all go out collecting wood.
While Dad cuts the big limbs
dropped by the eucalypts,
my brothers and sisters and I
gather smaller branches and twigs—
kindling that snaps clean
between our hands.
When the trailer is full,
we gather more than we need:
wood set aside
for others in town
before the cold comes.
We bring home only
what the trees have already dropped—
paperbark in pale, curling sheets,
eucalyptus bark in silver ribbons,
and fern fronds.
Later, when the weather holds us in,
Nana spreads the bark across the table
and helps us to see in it
distant mountains rising
from the bark’s silver grain,
a small house made of twigs,
birds taking flight
from fern fronds,
clouds and chimney smoke
teased from wool.
In the vegetable patch,
tomatoes give up their last warmth.
We plant what can bear
the whitening mornings.
Banksias opened
their rough gold brushes
into the cooling air.
Rainbow lorikeets
shrieked and squabbled
over their nectar.
Now, as the weather cools,
I wear a hand-knitted jumper.
The garden keeps growing.
Banksia nectar feeds
hungry birds.
Little one, you may never have known me,
but I’ve loved you since the day you were born.Though time and distance keep us apart, my heart was always with you,
in every step, in every tomorrow.
I was a woman who lived with love,
and my greatest joy was my family.
Your smile, your laughter, your future
were dreams I carried long before you arrived. Even though I couldn’t hold you in my arms, I held you in my heart — always.
I may be gone from this world,
but my love for you will never fade.
I watch over you from Heaven,
with a heart full of pride, as you grow, learn, and become the man
you are meant to be.
Be kind, be strong, be true,
and never forget how loved you are.
You carry a piece of my soul,
and I’ll always be your biggest cheerleader, from above.
Life may have taken me from your side,
but it could never take the love I have for you. You are my grandson, my forever joy,
and I will always be with you —
in every moment, in every dream, in every heartbeat.
Love always,
Your Nana ??
By Shawn Muñoz
If you were at the zoo today,
Perhaps you also viewed
Some bison and a tiger
With a regal attitude.
Some antlered deer and tortoises,
Some lemurs, fish and snakes
And every creature making sounds
That Old MacDonald makes.
But if you were observant
Then you might have seen as well
A tired foursome riding
On the insect carousel.
The 3 year old delighted
In his up and down-type bug
With his nana standing shotgun,
Arms protecting with a hug.
While the 1 year old and grandpa
Sat behind and took it in,
Both enjoying as they circled,
Each displaying quite a grin.
Yet upon a close inspection
You would say, and you'd be right,
That the 4 of them will very likely
Sleep real well tonight!
Tonight we’ll sit around the table
While we’re reminiscing
Both about the Israelites
And those whom we are missing.
Every Seder takes me back
To those when I was young.
I can hear my Zadie’s voice,
The Hebrew that was sung.
I can taste my Nana’s sponge cake
And gefilte fish,
So much love invested into
Every single dish.
Horse radish my grandpa made
Was mirrored by his face –
Beet-red cheeks and crinkled eyes,
Such merriment in place.
The hard-boiled eggs were split in two;
My cousin got the white.
I consumed the yolk, of course,
In one comedic bite.
Second night my father’s folks
Played host and that was fun.
My grandpa hid the matzoh
To be found when we were done.
We all know where it was, though;
On a pillow he reclined,
The Afikomen tucked beneath
His trouser-clad behind.
He’d get up slightly, just to reach
A serving plate or wine;
Then all the cousins made a grab
To say, “This matzoh’s mine!”
My parents are no longer here,
My grandparents as well;
But if I close eyes,
On Seders past I like to dwell.
Tonight we’ll gather for the meal
But if I tell the truth,
It will be lovely, but no match
For Seders of my youth.
(A Seder is the special Passover meal; the Afikomen is a piece of matzoh (cracker) that's hidden to be found by one of the children for a reward; gefilte fish is a specially made fish concoction that's definitely an acquired taste; Zadie is a grandfather - he was my great-grandfather; Nana is a grandmother.)
You are King of the Hill!
A full eight years done with teachers in a private school!
You are not foul-mouthed nor spoiled.
Everyone you meet, thinks the world of you, nobody recoils!
You are not going to an ordinary high school,
Where you have to apologize for being white nor step down
academically, too.
Nor will you study the destruction
of the American flag or be taught new, faux, history.
Nor is your sex a mystery, you know you are, a boy, to which I
I am ever grateful, there is no mystery!
An immense star in Little League you proved to be!
Not only for the a ball you throw at 80 miles per hour, we see.
But your amicability and friendships with many,as welcome as
fresh, Spring flowers be.
You will be no moron, Grandson, in a nutty high school.
But one of the best and brightest!
Why?
You only honor and play by God's rules.
The Bible, being your life's tool!
I miss that little boy I once held in my arms.
That's the blessing of being a Nana, who still feels your warmth..
The most blessed~experiencing her grandsons's Linfinite charms.
With all my respect and love, dearest Edward!
Nana Pangie
~Thank you for coming into my life~
Peter Pan is off to Never-Never-land again
He has found his elusive shadow, it is on him.
Wendy is coming along with brothers Michael and John
They are traveling across the sky, Tinkerbell’s light is on
Nana their St. Bernard is horrified as they leave the nursery.
She is unfortunately tied up in the yard, as they fly past joyfully.
“You can fly, you can fly, you can fly, you can fly!” Song of warning….
“There it is, Wendy, second star to the right straight on til morning.”
Tinkerbell is Peter ‘s protective faerie companion of course.
She is as subtle as an amberjack lying across a goat-like horse
She would give up her life for Peter Pan, she revers him absolutely.
She tricks the Indians into shooting Wendy bird, jealous of her beauty.
Neverland is wonderful at first, with all kinds of unique levels of joy.
Captain Hook and his pirate crew, “a free tattoo for every boy”
Yo ho! Yo Ho! You Ho! Dancing and singing for everyone!
Join up with Captain Hook and his crew for barrels of fun!
Peter saves Darling children and orphaned Lost Boys in the best way,
The infamous crocodile with the tick tocking clock chases Cook away.
Peter heads back to Never-Never-land leaving us with a feeling
He will be back and often, possibly as a shadow on our ceiling.
They only have a few ingredients…peanut butter, a cake mix…oh…and chocolate chips
yet no one will ever forget the feeling when Nana’s cookies hit their lips.
They are in the house when family visits…she’s sent them off to college dorms.
on road trips they’re a must… you’ve gotta try them when they’re warm.
right out of the oven when they’re still fresh and chewy
when the peanut butter melts inside your mouth and the chocolate chips are gooey.
They taste just as good the first of January as they do the last day in December
She’s been baking them for our family and friends for as long as anyone remembers.
As we replenished her ingredient supply the other day in the aisle of a store
I thought it’s not the ingredients that makes them special…it must be something more.
I mean anyone can combine ingredients and mix them with a beater…
Perhaps it is the love that passes…from Nana to the eater.
Perhaps there’s more to these cookies…more than the eye can see.
Perhaps she’s baking more than cookies…she’s baking memories.
Perhaps she’s teaching us about tradition, about family and giving
Perhaps it’s not just a recipe for cookies…it’s a recipe for living.
She’s passing down a tradition…one every family member knows so well
and long after Nana and I are gone…they’ll have a story to tell.
They will remember the aroma, the taste, her smile as she greets them at the door
Yes, Nana will always be remembered for her cookies…
for her cookies…and for so much more.
I just realized as I fill my face with cookies
and my cheeks get chipmunk fat
that I should end this poem before it gets too dull
But as we all well aware…
it’s much too late for that!
HAPPY CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIE DAY
Eavesdropping**
"A good man is hard to find," my Nana used to say. I remember the day she said it, tears in her eyes as she carefully put money into an envelope for church on a Sunday morning. Earlier that day, she had been yelling at my granddad for what felt like hours. She was really upset with him, and I later discovered that my hero, my grandpa, was having an affair with a woman named Estelline Beckley.
“Ellie, you’re the only woman for me,” my granddad insisted. But Nana didn’t believe him and shut the door in his face. I was scared and confused by all the fighting and, in a moment of panic, I crawled under the table and prayed for the shouting to stop.
For weeks, all Nana did was pray, while my granddad busied himself in the kitchen—burning her cookware and making endless pots of coffee. Nana would often complain to the neighbors about all the “harlots” out there, who she believed had a way of leading good men astray. Even now, I'm puzzled by that expression.
Many years later, I met my mother's half-sister. She looked just like my mother, but she had the same fiery spirit as my granddad. It made me realize that family drama and secrets can follow us through generations, no matter how hard we try to avoid them.
!
Nana told me once how she and Pop-pop
went courting in a horse-and-buggy.
How quaint I thought, and was a bit amazed
how far we humans have gone:
from smelly, plodding horse
to crossing an ocean in an afternoon
while six miles high....
Then Grandma told me something shocking:
she said they went out in that carriage--
to make love! Nana! I gasped silently,
until I saw she meant the words literally:
my grandparents went courting!
Months of courting to make the love
that would hold them together for over
sixty-three years...and I am only here because
two young people took long, long
buggy rides behind a tired, smelly horse.
[rec'd n/a/ on 8/1/21 in a ***** ******your choice' contest]
whispers for nanna and we whisper so quietly so.
dont worry mama wont hear through the bathroom window.
can you hear us whisper we love you so dear.
nana please come inside and bring us cheer.
whispers for you of our plans and dreams.
nana hold our hands and become part of our team.
nana hear our whispers we want you to come in and play.
nana please remember our whispers throughout the day.
whispers for nana sissy and i hope you will hear.
can you hear our whispers behind our fear.
take our hands and listen to our whispers and we will lead you to a smile.
oh nana if we ask you please can you come over and stay a while.
room full of whispers you can see the words written on the wall.
whispers of thanks and love for always answereing our phone call.
this time nana our whispers turn to yells.
we dont care who hears cause we have something to tell.
we love you nana and always will no matter what.
thanks for listening to the whispers and keeping your heart open,not shut.
our whispers are over cause its time for bed.
love you nana keep our whispers dancing in your head.