My Dearest Hannah Poem by Nancy Trembley

My dearest Hannah
Her name a palindrome.
Her pure heart so loving and smart
Being with her is so comforting like coming home.
She makes me laugh we have such fun.
Her face her eyes her smile
Sometimes are all I have.
And like a palindrome
Her love for me is always the same.
And the consistency
That I know I'll never be alone.
She was once my daughter
But is now my mother.
I'm ok with that.
As I feel the certainty
She'll always be here happily willingly
To take care of me.