A Bissel Mashugga

this alteh kocker

nostalgically reflects

being ma late mama's boytchik

(now, she long since deceased,

whose cremated remains of day

scattered to all points on compass)

fondly referencing

both sisters as dabchick

incongruously sprinkled

her Brooklyn brogue,

especially when angry,

she quickly segued

from mild expletive fiddlestick

the latter playfully aired,

when kibitzing wit bubeleh

reminiscing being dirt poor,

nonetheless zee mother

every now an again homesick

regaling the whole mishpokhe

(meaning us brood of kids)

interrupting herself

with frequent non sequiturs

discombobulated

anecdotes switching subjects

as if external forcefield

jimmying a joystick

interleaving disparate

threads with subsequent

tangential linkedin snippets

with feigned lovesick

chatting 'bout cockamamie

"Grandpa Moishe"

and his chaim yankel posse

(to escape hen pecking nudnik

"grandma Rebecca"),

a trenchant termagent bubba,

not averse to incorporate dreck

in the same sentence with zayda

ostracized him

scoring figurative placekick,

whence upon his schlepping back home

met with "silent treatment"

dampening rollick

king atmosphere choking tearfully

"mother" recounted

farblunget anger thick

lee palpable

extremely discomfiting,

particularly when ("mom's")

girlhood friends

bore witness aye gavalt,

where penury

churned moribund thoughts

viz empty cupboards

devoid of bare necessities

a figurative apropos yardstick.