Nana

I like to walk with Nana,
She takes small steps like mine.
She never says, “Lets hurry-up!”
She always takes her time.
I like to walk with  Nana,
Her eyes see things like mine.
Shiny stones, a fluffy cloud,
Stars at night that shine.
Most people rush their whole day through,
They rarely stop to see.
I’m glad that God made Nana’s,
Unrushed and young like me!

Love Always, Savanna
July 24, 1998