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Poem to Nana’s Rocking Chair

My Nana’s Rocking Chair - AbuNana.com
My Nana’s Rocking Chair – AbuNana.com
My Nana‘s rocking chair, 
    by Barbara Dean Aliaga

66 years since Nana left
It’s in this chair I hold
Her love, her laugh,
Her hugs,  her embrace
This chair is my memory place.

In Nana’s eyes I could do no wrong,
Her smile would broaden,
Her eyes twinkle, yes , yes!
Her eyes sent bolts of love
This chair is my mourning dove.

She painted this chair canary yellow,
A sunshine message to all
To cheer her 6-year old daughter,
(Fatherless), after her husband’s passing.
This chair is a lesson in surpassing!

She rented out two floors of her home.
And made long-lasting friends of both.
Her laughter came yet also no-nonsense opine.
Yet back to laughter she rose.
This chair is my favorite repose.

I was ten when she left
But she’s with me everyday
to let me know, she loves that I’m unique
In all the universe and creation,
This chair is my communication.

Audio rendition of My Nana’s Rocking Chair

My Nana’s Rocking Chair
My Nana’s Rocking Chair, a poem by Barbara Dean Aliaga AbuNana.com

Author:

Manny and I spend our days as close to creative projects as possible. We inflate our views with as much positivity as we dare muster. We come up out of the clouds of adulthood and find joy. Manny is a great cook. He shines at being a brilliant listener, and loves to test, encourage and applaud the perceived success of others. Barbara is joyful creativity. She wakes up with hope and sets about showering her world with buds of ideas and ways of thinking.

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