In bunk beds you tucked us,
In our old Brooklyn home.
I remember the creak of the wood,
I remember the sounds of those floors.
It almost feels like yesterday,
My memory is fresh.
Your Jheri curled hair,
In your 1980s wardrobe you dressed.
You bought us Teddy Ruxpin,
Laser Tag and Cabbage Patch Kids.
You took us on adventures,
The ’82 Buick we piled in.
We visited the states,
Historical attractions in between.
We stayed at hotels,
You kept us pristine.
You always took care of us,
You do so even still.
Even with your children now grown,
You sometimes still pay our bills.
You’ve been the greatest mother,
Even when we grew ill.
No matter our behavior,
Yes, even when we’re a bit of a pill.
Sure you were strict,
Exacting and stern.
But it is your guiding hand,
It is from you that we’ve learned.
Both myself and my brother,
We’re so much like you.
And we wouldn’t be us,
If you didn’t love us so true.