You know what I love on a hot summer day
Ice cream, always creamy to the last drop
But when ice cream tasted the best was when
It came from Nana
While my mom was out hustling and bustling
And I missed her company
Nana appeared and no matter what she did
She did know how to make me smile
I’d laughed as she talked to me with her booming voice
The voice of inspiration to which I listened
And everyday that voice told me stories of princesses
And fairies and gods especially the God...