Aug 24, 2020
2 min read
Nana’s House
A Poem
Saturday’s at Nana’s
taste like Oreos
and Coke and Cheetos
and every other thing I shouldn’t
have too much of
Saturday’s at Nana’s
look like opening a new toy
every week and every week
acting surprised
and every week she acts like
she doesn’t know I’m waiting
for the present
