A Poem about Doris Johnson (my grandma, and my children's Great Grandma)

When I think of Nana,

I think of a woman with many names:

Doris, Dode, Mom, Nana & GG.

I think of a woman who loved her family greatly.

When I think of Nana,

I think of a Matriarch,

a hen mothering her chicks,

wondering how all her children are,

and saying a prayer for wherever they are.

When I think of Nana,

I think of split pea soup with ham,

pizza parties, dilly bars, and ice cream.

I think of gnomes, a hidden key, and many a family gathering.

When I think of Nana,

I recall road trips to Ellensburg & California,

camping with her & Papa in the camper,

the smell of Downy, and my surprise at her false teeth.

When I think of Nana,

I remember feeding horses on neighborhood walks,

Harry her neighbor, hiding when delivering May Day flowers,

her & Papa staying with us kids when my parents traveled,

Missy being born on the couch.

When I think of Nana,

I will always think of a woman that loved her family,

Someone who enjoyed visiting, holding little ones,

singing old church songs, and excited to someday live in Heaven.

She is there now, and she is happy.

She is singing with her Savior, & holding her husband's hand.

Her body is young and able,

and she prays that we will all join her there one day.

This is what I think of when I think of Nana.