Poetry Friday: A Mother-To-Be by Edith Rowe Wood

My mother’s mother was a poet. I like to think I inherited my poet’s ear from her. We called her Nano. She was precious. She taught Sunday school for years and years—up into old age. When my sisters and I visited Nano we would attend her class on Sunday morning. My clearest memory is of flannel board lessons. I loved listening to her tell the Bible stories as she placed the colorful setting and characters on the flannel board. She touched many lives with her gentle, loving spirit.

Nano pic

Today I bring you one of her poems. It’s perfect for Mother’s Day.

Nano-Mother to beJama Rattigan is hosting Poetry Friday today at Jama’s Alphabet Soup. Her post is a beautiful and touching.