Nana Poem by Gary Jacobson

Nana



Your tall black hair

Your steady hand

Warming my soul

I cannot comprehend your trek

I can sometimes feel your presence

When younger,

I could not tell

How much I cared.

Wednesday, March 1, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: grandmother
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Gary Jacobson

Gary Jacobson

Southern California
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