To my wonderful Nana.. may she rest in peace.
I had a wonderful nana, Jean was her first name,
My parents loved her oh so much they named me the same.
My middle name means little Jean, Jeanette it is pronounced,
If I could live my life like hers for even just an ounce.
I would be the most kind, caring person with lots of love to share,
And when I get to her ripe old age, I would have her silver hair.
If I could just bake the way she did with cupboards full of cakes,
The smell from her kitchen each week, made my tummy ache.
She never was judgemental, she loved everyone the same,
Her love for others outstanding, it was her claim to fame.
Now she has passed away, to a better place did she go,
She is right beside me everyday this I sure do know.
Her presence around me I have felt each day when I awake,
And I am sure that on some days I can smell her baking cakes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem