Contributed by Randi Perlman
It hovers, falsely innocuous, seeping in to make the rounds from coast to coast.
Intrusive guest in particular circles, unwanted, unwelcome, indiscriminately flitting from host to host.
Age is no factor, nor country or town
Like a wolf pack on prey, it whittles you down
We’re no match for its strength, its ferocious attack
creates fear from all sides and no way to turn back
She was 91 years, but a youngster at heart
Defying all odds to have made it this far
A feisty New Yorker with sharply fierce tongue
A lovely young beauty queen, locks rarely undone
A new-age divorcee with three kids she adored
A soft spot for creatures who arrived at her door
It was hard to forget her – she made sure of that
She was light on her feet, like a sleek supple cat
An indomitable spirit - a fiery life force
The family matriarch, don’t mess with the Boss
She loved just to hang and to gab with her clan
To be ‘in-the-know’, to be part of the plan
To forever stay young, she believed that was true
Forever and always, she’ll be our family’s glue…
Obdurate sinner, poisonous tea, steeping our lives in a deadly affront of novel design and intent.
Arrogant pestilence, elderly bent, rippling through families with insidious guise, shamelessly impenitent.
