Poem for Mom,

Who Lived until the Day after her 92nd Birthday

Febuary 23, 2020

For your 90th birthday, two years ago
You asked for three things:
Let all three daughters come to celebrate.
Let us take a picture
And let us make a foursome,
and play some hands of bridge.

And so we came, bearing
News of our lives, of husbands, children, grandchildren
Enough to fill two days of visiting.
We took the picture, all of us
Sharing the same smile
Ninety looking pretty fabulous.

And let it not be forgotten:
We played those hands of bridge
Remembering most of the rules you had taught us
We played and let it not
Be forgotten: that at 90, you won
That 700-rubber of bridge!