Waking up
on a beautiful day that
I slept over at my Nana’s house.
Smelling the sweet scent of my Nana.
Her, scent is of daffodils dancing in the sun!

We bake luscious thumb print cookies
that easily flow down my throat
at Christmas time.

When the sun lies beneath the ground
my Nana and I talk
about funny things.
Like the time when I came face to face
with a skunk.
We talk a lot
while we crush ice and make slushies.

That is why my Nana rules all the other Nanas.

Happy Mothers Day,

Nicola