My wonderful nanny

“Where is she?” I asked

As her hand firmly clasped

The tv remote to her ear.

Puzzled she looked

For it the phone she mistook

My heart skipped a beat with a tear.

Memories getting blurred

Remembering her young I preferred

But that’s living in the past.

Instead I’ve decided

As my councillor has guided

To make sure I have no regrets.

When she knows me by name

“She’s still here!” I proclaim

My heart swells up with love.

“Todays a good day!”

To myself I do say

And thank the lord above.

Those good days I cherish

The past getting blemished

But new memories need to be formed!

For a woman of ninety

Her spirit almighty

My whole outlook has been transformed.