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| Nana's Front Porch Copyright Alice E. Steimle - May 5, 2001 |
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| I can still see Nana on her front porch there Breathing in the fresh country air With afghan thrown over her knee Asking God for some more warmth, please Watching her eyes grow ever so dim Telling us all she just wanted to be with Him Although she never heard a word we said She'd sit there and smile, nodding her head With children of all her four generations She knew our names and our relations Her stories she'd tell of when she was a child Hardships and working, never could be mild Fifty years later I sit here and ponder As Nana did, my mind does wander Thinking about all those years long ago Seeing my great grandma watching me grow |
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| Midi playing is Heart to Heart used with permission |
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