Nana: More than a Grandma

Not there for my birth
That’s what happens when your born late
But now we live together
It must have been fate

Washes my clothes
Does my hair
Cooks my food
All done with care

We argue and fight
Give each other internal blisters
Cry and pout
But hey! Were sisters

We do this and that
Laughing all the while
We get looks and stares
‘Cause we act like a child

Time is creating pressure
Body beginning to fail
Our moments were awesome
It’s time to set sail

I love my Nana
She’s my best friend
Were so busy having fun
We won’t worry about the end





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