for mom, with love
we wrote some haikus to express our gratitude happy sixtieth
lying on the couch you play softly with my hair can you scratch my legs?
no we don’t need one. I like my u-shaped kitchen no granite counters!
morning at the lake moldy, yucky, coffee pot we can all drink tea
summer bookmaking five copies of each photo at the Wokkery
I refuse to wear a Seba Regatta hat .... stupid sun stroked me
always so concerned about my delicate skin I don’t want Ombrelle!
remember the time when mom got three speeding fines in one day? yeah, hah!
the accordian expresses the true beauty of Zingarella
chicken soup with love chicken soup with ginger root chicken soup with salt?
spanokapita so delicious, we all say I ate 5‌ don’t tell!
the smell of fried fish wafting through the shabbos air sole with tarter sauce
it is six am should I sleep until seven or bake apple pie?
start of September one thing we always count on kuffles kuffles yeah!
this is how we know she shows her love with kuffles thanks, Canada Post!
it’s spelled hannukah what do we say? we say nay it’s spelled channukah?
Purim pregnancy Josephs and Katzs confused... it was the nineties
yellow onion skins are the secret to golden chicken soup
Folk Fest together mom comes with us this morning pour the spiked coffee!
cooking for seven gallons of tomato sauce two freezers, good thing
bedtime stories like Ferdinand, Purple Crayon just one more book please?
in her dance moves class they dance to peppy music shake it, shake it good!
I think the Oilers would have made the playoffs if they took your advice
your grown up chickens spread far across the wide globe thank God for Air Miles
I don’t need a ride home from my high school today ‌but thanks for the ride...
my children will not ever have to cut their hair ringlets forever!
nurturing passions no one had a craft cupboard quite as stocked as ours
feminists from birth ‘twas The Paper Bag Princess that showed us true strength
always waiting up way past the end of the news not always awake
sitting on your lap hearing you shout in my ears “go Esks go!” you yelled
a great volunteer door to door for heart and lungs why on Oscar night?
in her calendar the phone number you forgot from 2001
on the steps we wait cold or hot and very late “the telephone rang...�
what will you find next in your magic, bottomless black and leather purse
reading the papers six months after they are news Iraq war again?
party sandwiches streamers, paper plates, balloons invite the whole class
silvery tin foil money in the birthday cake I loved turning nine
you fortified dad all the way around the world with a banana
all our bags are packed passing through security you stand ‘til the end