2.29.1920 – 10.11.2016
She was barely sixty inches tall
But her nature was a force
To be reckoned with by friend and foe alike
And by all who loved her, of course
We called her Baube, Mom, Auntie Dorothy
D’vash to my dear Dad
And though I miss her so, already
And I’m the poster child for “sad”
Her life was one of happiness
Of cookies and adventures
Who gets to live past 96 years
Without eyeglasses or dentures?
Her heart could open in the blink of an eye
She was quick to volunteer
She would have insisted on planning this event
If only she were here
She could sew a dress, knit a shawl
Or hem a pair of pants
She loved the arts and the crafts
And she loved to sing and dance
She was feisty, you might say, stubborn
She’d often push me to the edge
But she always had a big, warm hug
When I came in from the ledge
She had opinions
And she wore them on her sleeve
And she held a grudge or two or…ten
Sometimes for years, I believe
She had her own rules for playing Uno
She thought Bingo, way too hard
And she liked to yell Yahtzee! at unexpected times
Just to keep you off your guard
She was hilarious
She could always make me laugh
Some people are just funny
She was funny and a half
I know
She loved us all
Everybody felt it
She had a magical gift
To touch the coldest heart, and melt it
Don’t you feel lucky?
I know I’m grateful
For the one thing that’s crystal clear
That our lives are so much richer
Because
Dorothy Moss was here