Her life was long, and satisfying too.
She lost her mom too soon but didn’t set
that fate upon us offspring – we’d the view
and words till elderly ourselves. She met
her end in morphine nap, but had five score
of years, and though she mourned our father, dead
two decades now, their love was deep and sure
(and he could not outlive those bleeds in head).
Maintaining mettle till her final week,
accomplishing each self-appointed task,
the woman’s whiplash vigor was unique,
her judgments more than anyone could ask.
Impatient to the end, she didn’t stay
in morphine’s grip beyond a single day.
Zeva S. Cohn
October 24, 1925 – January 29, 2026
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