Grandmothers...

I love my grandmother.
I really do.
But when she asks me when I'm going to bring her some nachas already, I'm hurt.
Am I not a person in my own right?
Do I not bring nachas to my family through just being who I am?
I can't control when I'll get married.
But giving nachas?

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Hey Brother!

Hey, brother!
We haven't spoken for a while.
Well, maybe just a hello
Here and there,
But nothing like what we used to.

Remember Friday nights
When everyone else went to sleep
While we stayed up and chatted?
I miss those Friday nights.

Remember those school nights
When you'd be coming up from the basement
While I'd be coming down for a drink
And we'd sit at the kitchen table
And just talk about anything?
I miss those school nights.

Remember when you left for yeshiva
And though I couldn't see you much anymore
We'd still make the time for each other
Shmoozing on the phone
On each Friday morn
Wishing each other a wonderful Shabbos?
I miss those phone calls.

Lately, we just have not spoken.
You called me yesterday
And I put you on hold
And then you put me on hold
And then we were disconnected.
And I just couldn't get through again
To tell you just how much
I love you.