Comments about joan reese
Bubbi, grandmom of my friend Elayne,
Was like a Bubbi to me;
She baked wonderful birthday cakes.
Four layers high, ivory icing,
Dainty red roses, coconut flakes,
A divine cake with a delicious almond taste.
Bubbi, fullfigured, stood five feet high,
Genuine smile adorned her sweet face,
Bubbi's kindness, sweeter than a lullaby.
My kissed fingertip touched the Mezuzah
Nailed to the frame of Elayne's door.
Who would let me in? Bubbi!
'Happy Birthday, 'she sang,
Soft arms wrapped around me.
Never had I been held so close! ...