Sneaking up on 95 sitting in a chair silently watching Highway Patrol, is Nana.
She smiles, and keeps the attendants busy, and once in a while says something.
Yet,
There was a time when she played baseball with us in the parks in Newark, baked bread at home,
Told funny stories, did everything but dance a jig.
Are we sparkling today? Might as well, Piano Lesson is coming up in less than an hour.
Cords to Follow, melody to play, smiles to share.
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