Author: Jay Yitzi Horowitz, Mrs.
November 1st, 2017
I had not seen her in more than a year
Lowering her frame into my office chair
Gone was the stench of the lonely nomad
First time in four decades she was not sad
M'belly's all swollen, she said with a tear
God finally up an' did me sumpin' fair
No more crack or drink for me, she was glad
'cause m'daddy, bless his soul, 'll be a grandad.
Listen son, she says …