

Dancing, singing, swaying
Mother of us all
Sewing, cooking, creating
Your life a precious jewel
Laughing, talking, giving…
Again and again, you sewed
Your heart into our seams
You faced life squarely, in words and in silence
A good Polish girl, you made family the fulcrum of your life
You honored your mother and your father
In your veins, you carried Mama’s mountain-like love and morality
Papa’s twinkling eyes and accordion-playing, suit-making hands
From them to you to us
to ours
New York City Girl. Sophisticate. Flapper.
Charmer. Beauty. Performer.
You knew how to appreciate and cultivate your own beauty
Stylish dresses, fantastic jewelry, movie star hats
And the beauty all around you:
Thousands of photographs:
Greece, Spain, Italy, England, India
You shared your images, your stories, your sense of wonder
And all of us, in our own way, have tried to see the world
With the same freshness and exuberance
Your life an epic quest
A 100-year odyssey
A map for us to follow
Thank you for revealing life’s deepest secret:
That the true joy of life lives in honoring others
Without pettiness, pretense, self-regard, or regret
Dear Granny, Dancing Girl,
We’re at the end of the movie
The image is flickering
But I can still see us walking down a Manhattan street
You seem for a moment lost in thought
And then,
As if you remembered that these moments don’t last
You break into a skip
Our arms swing together
I could go on like this forever
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