Tuesday, April 28, 2020
A Tribute to Mom and loving Baba
Who was this woman, strong and bold
Her love of family never grew old
She worked tirelessly and took so much pride,
In her children and grandchildren until she died.
You would find her in any given day,
In her garden or kitchen come what may.
The delicious aroma and smell from her kitchen,
the sound of banging pots and pans,
Huge meals of perogies, cabbage rolls and ham.
She loved the visits from us and especially her grandchildren too,
If we brought her a gift, she’d give it back to you.
“(I don’t need nothing she would say, I have everything I need, come sit down at the table and EAT, EAT, EAT!
Oh Baba dear our tummies are full,
When we left their home our car was full - a years supply no doubt her goal!
She became ill with dementia and her memories of us faded and were no more.
On one of our visits with her, she took Wally’s hand smiled and said,
“(I don’t know you, but I think —-you’re a nice man)”,
As she sat and rested on her bed.
