Yahrtzeit for Ma (Edith Zeibert Freedman)
Ma,
In all the years of my poems
So little for you,
Who cared for and loved us all
Who kept us alive
When Dad was sick.
Ma,
You were the family for us all,
You saved Dad, and Jakie and Joycie and me,
You were the best,
Your beautiful smile
Your inner peace and calm
Your goodness and love
Your shticken and white lies that never hurt
And just kind kind Kindness
Ma who loved your home so much
Whenever we needed you- always there.
Ma.
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