I find the warmth comforting.
The meal paid in advance
And my space tranquil.
I have grown round and peaceful.
My children are older than my minds eye.
I am still a liberal and think, I think.
So many gone, but more have come.
They will enjoy the party.
I will rejoice in the role of matriarch.
Lou would have happily shared the occasion.
He would dance with great grandchildren.
He was a wonderful dancer.
What became of the painted red ducks?
Was the apartment really so many years ago?
Phil never got his bike.
Will there be a Jew left after me? I think not.
The children have lost that resource,
Traded for houses, cousins gone.
These are such good times.
I have been carried far from want
I believe my family cares.
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