Twelve years ago today, I sat
In a garden,
where the birds
Chirped and
frolicked in the fountain;
I was
waiting for the words
Which would
let me know that I’d become
A nana to a
boy
And making
room within my heart
For some
never-ending joy.
No matter
what you hear or read,
There is no
way to know
How a
grandchild stakes his claim on you
And never
lets it go.
Of course,
that’s if you’re lucky,
And the way
things have unfurled,
I’m among
the very luckiest
Of nanas in
the world!
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