Women In My Family
Women in my family
Who remember the morning Grandma passed
Recall a loving woman with no malice
Who left a void that would last and last
From the pogroms she fled as a girl of eight
Helping nurse sea-sick refugees aboard ship
Receiving such steadfast love became our fate
She gave strength when we were losing our grip
With Grandma around, arguments never turned to hate
Despair and angst were eased with her smile
She introduced common sense; our non-sense could wait
All about was her wisdom and guile
It is now sadly apparent how Grandma's role
Had once kept our family happy and whole
FANNY CITRIN
1872-1955
7/1/22
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