My grandson started kindergarten;
This is school day 4.
My job was simply walking him
Up to the entry door.
With his backpack on my shoulder
We strolled slowly, holding hands
And I felt the kind of feelings
Every Nana understands -
That the years have flown too quickly!
Wasn't it just yesterday
When I rocked him to accompany
A lullaby's soft sway?
At the school he grabbed his backpack,
Slung it over like a pro
And I faded to the background,
Where all Nanas need to go.
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