Nana's poetry

My grandmother, "Nana" loved to write poetry, but I never realized this until I opened an e-mail from my mother with the poem below. It is dated February 29, 1988 and was written shortly after our family had visited our grandparents who were at that point spending each winter in sunny Florida.

According to my mother, Nana was always writing poems.  It is amazing to think how much she continues to touch my heart even though she is no longer here. 

Little Drummer Boy where did you go?

The tv is quiet don't you know

You all left so quickly or so it seemed

We loved all you children to break the beam

Of quiet that's here or so it seems

And quiet Robbie who is creating a story

And sweet dear Beth who's doing her own thing

Susan like a record who goes round and round

Helps Tim tap with a rythmical sound.

It really was quiet on the following day

No kids to talk to and show them the way

to keep on loving us we hope and pray

As we love you all every day.