Nana

I’m not Grandma, Granny, Gram
And certainly not Bubby.
It is Nana who I am
And Grandpa for my hubby.

Choosing monikers is strange –
We rarely do the picking –
And, once chosen, we can’t change
So what we choose is sticking.

When I’m greeted or I’m paged
With “Nana,” here’s the thing –
All my senses are engaged;
My heart begins to sing.