mom mom mom you say can i hava a pony ride today i laugh a little and smile more 3 year olds think nanas own the store i hold your hand and yours in mine 3 generations one moment in time a can of green goop a red ball with a shine we stroll through the store with our treasures in tow as you grow older these times will slow soon there will be friends and boys soon after my ears and heart capture save your babyish laughter you turn and give me a grin i see for a second the woman within i walk out with my lovely granddaughter you scream nana pony rides can i have a quater
