Nana Poem by Shiron Vick

It's your birthday, it's your day. You reached 90 and I am happy to say. Happy to say you are my grandmother who gave birth to my dad, the woman who carried our family, through the good times and the sad. I am proud of who you are and what you mean to me. I love you so much
and this is truth.
Grandma, Nana is what you like to be called; your love is precious for us all. You have taken your place as the oldest in our clan, tell those old dudes at the center your grandsons are your man.
Enjoy your trip to 100 because soon you will be, I touched and confirmed it with our Lord and I trust and agree.
Love you.