Giggles, and tickles 
and midnight fair,
just like a party
when my Nana was there.

A beauty so fair,
of soul and of face,
a richness of heart,
a flair for such grace.

She lives in my heart
each and every day,
as I think of her love,
in her own special way.

Do I miss her?  You bet!
And I always will,
but she lives on within me
for it gives me a thrill,

to think of her spirit,
always so near,
still sharing the laughter
and wiping the tear.

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Written by: Cara Marie Filipeli