I shared my previous post, “Warrior Woman” this morning with my dear friend Joanie, who wrote an “Ode to Our Moms,” as a response to that post. I share that Ode below.
Joanie and I each have moms who were born in the autumn of 1929. Each of our moms were raised in Brooklyn, New York. Each of our moms have daughters (Joanie and I!) who like to write poetry and prose.
And each of our moms fell last week, were bruised – but are thank G-d doing really well.
Our moms don’t know each other. Her mom, Grandma Vita lives in Santa Monica, California. My mom, Omi Eva lives in Brooklyn, New York. Her mom fell down a flight of stairs, and my mom tripped over a bump in the sidewalk.
Joanie’s poem speaks for the courage and strength of the human spirit, and all of our mothers’ spunk and will to live, to grow and to move on!
May all our Mommies – the matriarchs and model Bubbies of us all live to be 120!! May they continue to inspire us younger Bubbies of the sandwich generation, to be just like them: with the help of G-d, – strong, vibrant, and full of gumption.
ODE TO FALLEN MOMMIES:
Cheers to our moms
Who sit with their bruises
It can be a little confuses
Ahem! That’s confusing
But they keep on singing
Do you get the rhyming?
Ing, ing, ring, ring, ping, ping
Keep on sing-singing
And fix those broken wings
Learn to fly after these things
Cuz life is too short
To cry and to snort!