Nana Poems - Poems about Nana

...Valentine’s Day 2015 An odd way to spend it, At Hospice watching Nana sleep, This room becoming our world On a rotating basis. Right now there’s me And Nana and IT The elephant in the room. ......Read the rest...

...i don't feel like i belong here ill never get used to this world or maybe this world will never get used to me i was birthed from a generation of misunderstood women screaming in each oth......Read the rest...

...There’s a child-proof cap That’s beyond my strength, Though I’ve tried my best To get it off, at length. First I push, then twist But it’s staying stuck And my grandson would Thus be out o......Read the rest...

...My Grandmother’s Baking Pans I remember peering through Nana’s broken window countless times on my way to St. Augustine’s Girls’ School in St. George. But that day felt different. As I watched the......Read the rest...

... Ava’s mom, her dad, two of her brothers, a soon-to-be sister in law her cousin with his girlfriend and Nana and I all came…. to watch Ava (her team’s goalie) play this season’s last soccer game. ......Read the rest...

..."Over the clouds from up above" "Moon in the sky softly creeping" "So lonely for only your love" "I lie awake hardly sleeping" The night eclipsed the light of day Over the clouds from up abo......Read the rest...

...Though I remember school days, One thing I can’t recall Is getting to and from each day; My brain has hit a wall. My mother didn’t drive and so She must have walked me there, My dad already g......Read the rest...

... She is not a prima ballerina at the age of three but I stand and applaud when she dances for me. Eloise, my granddaughter is such a lil sweetheart I painted her image, but she's the ......Read the rest...

... My mommy lets me lick the bowl when she makes sugar cookie dough. She shapes them with a cookie cutter and brushes them with lots of butter. And when she puts them in to bake, I star......Read the rest...

... I like to think of our family as a beautiful mixed bouquet…. flowers…sprouted from individual seeds…that grow a little every day. Every flower is magnificent…unique in their own way… and whe......Read the rest...

...How elfin her beauty, sweet innocence on the face of my grandchild who always runs into my embrace. For a week while I visited, at the first rays of morn, she tumbled into my bed as if a d......Read the rest...

...I'm bested by my grandson, who's not an engineer because he outbuilds me in Lego construction, I fear. My contention overwhelms me with dread and woe, because Lego toys are addictive, as I'm sure ......Read the rest...

...The elderly nana had one last wish. I would like a bit of faerie floss she said. I thought she meant embroidery floss. Someone else thought she meant gauzy material. An old gentleman arrived carr......Read the rest...

...Fifty-one autumns ago on a vibrant blue sky morn, I was running in my high school girl's cross-country race in Bethpage Park, Long Island, N.Y., as many ponytails bounced under canopies of red, o......Read the rest...

...When I became a nana, On this date, ten years ago, There were so many things I didn’t Know I didn’t know. Like how I’d feel to hold my grandson, Singing him to sleep, Or how my love for him w......Read the rest...