To my son's girl friend Hanna

Dear Hanna, you rhyme with nirvana,
Dear Hanna, you rhyme with hosanna,
Your arrival's as sudden as manna.

All I know - my son's very lucky
That you came through L.A and Kentucky
To New York which was color of khaki.

Your long hair's as bright as banana,
your blue eyes are like skies of Havana,
And your smile is Americana.

Dear Hanna, you change my existence,
That is why I repeat with persistence-
Don't keep yourself at a distance.

Could you please stay with us a bit longer?
I don't know if it's righter or wronger,
Bur with you my life's dancing conga.

September, 28, 2012

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