My parents never lived to be
The age that I am now.
My father’s heart and mother’s brain
Ran out of steam somehow.
They never knew their grandkids
Nor the greats who’ve come along,
Which couldn’t have been helped and yet
Seems sad and even wrong.
My mother’s Yahrzeit’s* coming up;
My birthday is as well,
A fact that brings me yearly
To where I don’t like to dwell.
*a Jewish day of remembering a deceased loved one
which includes lighting a special candle
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