A Time of Good Cheer and Laughter

There was never a low point.

It was not New Orleans, the little music we heard was

From the Cantor: sober, melodic.

The children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren offered joy.

Not joy for the passing of Buba, rather for her life

And the personal interactions, that, with each descendant’s

Recollections, grew as a tree adds branches and leaves until

With the fullness of time, its most beautiful display subsides.

As wondrous as the display of love for Buba was,

It could not exceed the overarching omnipresence

Of the love that permeated each child’s smiling, crying,

Vision of the times that fortified relationships.

For here were only children, irrespective of age,

Celebrating Buba’s life, and much more.

We friends of the family easily joined in the

Smiles and laughter, and yes, the tears.

Without drink or bravado, we all bore witness to love,

From and to each member of the family, 

And, for those moments it glowed,

All in attendance were washed in its abundance.