Nana Poems - Poems about Nana

I never noticed your age, creeping up but never reflected in your face. Your voice still warms and soothes me. "Nana's here!" Was my war cry, and now my children's. I'm not jealous, more of a passing the gong. Love is limitless as you always told me, to share you with my closest people is...

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She promised we would see again, The trailing night was a restrain. She wanted to see me some years ago, Couldn’t see her even to say hello. Raging hearts were yet to be pacified, Her late coming wasn't yet justified. She promised we'd see again in the fall, But mortals cannot see all nor know all. Her mind plummeted into the night, She was...

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In sharing my thoughts about Nana... Where do I even begin? Her smile that lit up every room? Her sparkle? Her mischievous grin? Her rib cracking hugs have been mentioned a lot By the friends who she mutually adored. Many felt inspired by her courage, her faith And her trust in the Sovereign Lord. Her sense of humour was second to none. She loved...

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You used to say that pizza always sucks once you’ve had your last slice you’d grab the best sneer to mimic all those moments we couldn’t box in would have your forehead slipping into eternity by stroking the surface of boiling water would complain about pain like it it could go away with high frequency and would dress my happiness like the...

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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 others ears, conveying emotions beyond what we know raised by roaches fed by anger and the organs of my decaying lover bathed in blood and wrapped...

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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 black birds pecking at her ripe golden apples in those tall, windy trees above her wooden shack, I sensed a shift. Nana would harvest...

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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 would bloom And settle in, down deep. The months and years I’ve watched him grow Have flown by in a snap, From when I read...

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A V.I.P, Our Queen you see. There will never be anyone else quite like her. Always dressed in her Absolute best, nothing more and nothing less. Her absolute favourite was M&S. Not a hair out of place, or lack of smile upon her face. Everywhere she went, Our nana radiated beauty, elegance and grace. Our Nana was a hero, Sweet...

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One eye was green, the other one brown, with a mouth that never knew a frown. If her world was turned upside down, she always knew she would turn it around. My Nana.. A better hostess there couldn't be. She accomodated so graciously, always offering a cup of tea, so vibrant and full of energy.. My Nana.. She stood at all of 5 foot...

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Schools are closed for Veterans’ Day So Henry, here at home, Requested that he have a chance To write my daily poem. He commandeered my notebook And began to neatly write, Resulting in a poem so cool It filled me with delight. He typed it up and posted it To send it on its way. My grandson, 9 years old, must have My rhyming DNA! Henry’s Poem...

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Have you ever seen bullfrog green jump across a Lilly pad? Did you ever see gold moth bathing in a moonshine bath? Do you watch as teal raindrops bless and baptize the stream? Will you hear the wood windmill song it sings each spring? I walk real close to the sandy coast where Nana and I share things She told...

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When you meet another person and your lives are intertwined you don’t think much about the memories that person will leave behind… You’re too busy enjoying this roller coaster of life you’re riding on to think what your life would be like if this person was ever gone. Big Nana is what we called her…it’s the only name we...

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Never met my Nana... She died before my birth Always wished to meet her, And all that she was worth. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever viewed in snaps, Undeniably strong and for so long Through the worst mishaps I believe she knew I’d be here Though we had never met, I see it in her eyes The specialness she kept. Stolen from her mother Just like her...

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Relationships with grandkids Are controlled by mom and dad And time with them fulfills a dream I didn’t know I had. For hours that we spend are not Like any other time – Exhausting, yes, but precious And delightfully sublime. Yet as they age, becoming selves That they’ll grow up to be, Connections made outside the home May oftentimes be key. So I was thrilled...

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I'm in the decade before the decade she left the world, and my world.... The world did not mark it, the world did not miss her (any more than it will miss me) but my world does--my world of sun-gold and ocean-blue, my own little world reading books while sitting like a happy little king on the porch of my grandparents' old house...

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