Mourning for Nana

This blog is temporarily shut down as we mourn the passing of the World's Best Nana, Margaret Furman. -

Heart not so heavy as mine,

Wending late home,

As it passed my window

Whistled itself a tune -

A carless snatch,

a ballad,

A ditty of the street;

Yet to my irritated ear
An anodyne so sweet,
It was as if a bobolink,
Sauntering this way,

Carolled and mused

And carolled

Then bubbled slow away.

It was as if a chirping brook

Upon a toilsome way

Set bleeding feet to minuets

Without the knowing why.

Tomorrow,

Night will come again,

Weary, perhaps, and sore.

Ah, bugle, by my window,

I pray you stroll once more!

~ Emily Dickinson

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Read more about Nana with the following links. -

What Do You Want, Nana?

Campanilismo - Con Piacee!

Nana, I need you to Pray

Nana Cracks Herself Up
Nana and I RoadTrip

Nana is a Party Animal

Nana's Anti-Aging Cream

N.A.R.T (Nana's Assisted Rapid Transit)

Nana Goes Back to School

Shocking New Discovery about Nana

Nana Becomes a Deputy

Gram. Was. Here.