My Yiddishe Momme
A Tribute to Unforgettable Love: My Yiddishe Momme's Enduring Legacy
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Of things I should be thankful for I've had a goodly share
Expressing gratitude for a good life.
And as I sit here in the comfort of my cozy chair
Reflecting on comfort in a cozy chair.
My fancy takes me to a humble eastside tenement
Imagining a humble tenement from childhood.
Three flights up in the rear to where my childhood days were spent
Recalling childhood days spent on the third floor.
It wasn't much like Paradise but 'mid the dirt and all
Acknowledging it wasn't perfect, but holds sentimental value.
There sat the sweetest angel, one that I fondly call
Referring to a beloved person, the yiddishe momme.
My yiddishe momme I need her more then ever now
Expressing a current need for the yiddishe momme.
My yiddishe momme I'd like to kiss that wrinkled brow
Expressing a desire to show affection by kissing her brow.
I long to hold her hands once more as in days gone by
Longing to hold her hands, reminiscent of days gone by.
And ask her to forgive me for things I did that made her cry
Expressing regret and seeking forgiveness for past actions.
How few were her pleasures, she never cared for fashion's styles
Highlighting the simplicity of her pleasures, indifferent to fashion.
Her jewels and treasures she found them in her baby's smiles
Her joy came from the smiles of her baby, not material things.
Oh I know that I owe what I am today
Acknowledging the debt owed for one's present self.
To that dear little lady so old and gray
Gratefulness to the old and gray yiddishe momme.
To that wonderful yiddishe momme of mine
Expressing admiration for the wonderful yiddishe momme.
My yiddishe momme I need her more then ever now
Repeating the current need for the yiddishe momme.
My yiddishe momme I'd like to kiss that wrinkled brow
Reiterating the desire to show affection by kissing her brow.
I long to hold her hands once more as in days gone by
Repeating the longing to hold her hands and reminisce.
And ask her to forgive me for things I did that made her cry
Repeating the regret and seeking forgiveness for past actions.
How few were her pleasures, she never cared for fashion's styles
Reiterating her indifference to fashion's styles.
Her jewels and treasures she found them in her baby's smiles
Repeating the source of her joy in her baby's smiles.
Oh I know that I owe what I am today
Reiterating the acknowledgment of the debt owed for one's present self.
To that dear little lady so old and gray
Reiterating gratefulness to the old and gray yiddishe momme.
To that wonderful yiddishe momme of mine
Reiterating admiration for the wonderful yiddishe momme.
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