MY YIDDISHE... MOMME
I... MISS HER MORE
THAN EVER NOW
MY YIDDISHE... MO-MOMME
I... LONG TO KISS
HER WRINKLED BROW...
I... LONG
TO HOLD HER HAND ONCE MORE
AS I... DID IN DAYS GONE BY...
AND... BEG 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 SMILES...
AND I... KNOW THAT I... OWE
EVERYTHING THAT I AM TODAY...
TO THAT WONDERFUL LADY
SO OLD AND SO GREY...
TO THAT WONDERFUL
YIDDISHE MOMME...
MO-MO-MO-MO
MO-MO-MOMME
OF...... MINE.....