" My Yiddishe Momma "
I long to hold her hands once more
As in days gone by
And ask her to forgive me for
Things I did that made her cry.
How few were her pleasures
She never cared for fashion styles.
Her jewels and her treasures
She found them in her baby's smile.
Oh I know that I owe what I am today
To that dear little lady so old and grey,
To that wonderful Yiddishe momma,