Beatrice Millman Bazar

Bea's POETRY

 

Bea – in her own words

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Quotes from Bea in her final days…

"It's been a wonderful life."

"Tell everyone I say goodbye."

“It’s amazing how the mind works, especially if it’s your own!”

Sept. 18, 2009

“It’s Important to be a virgin. Were you? …Especially the first three times.” Sept. 18, 2009

“If my cheque flunks, I won’t have far to run!”

Sept. 16, 2009

"I don't know if you necessarily become wiser as you get older."

Sept. 17, 2009

“I have a smile on my face, and a question mark on my forehead.”

Sept. 21, 2009

"Is Yamuna here to send me off?" "Yes, BeaBea."

Elinor: “BeaBea, I’m going to miss our phone conversations.”

Bea: “Me too. But we’ll work out a system.”

Sept. 19, 2009

"Tell everyone how wonderful it's been and how much I love them"

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For Yamuna

Yamuna Yummy

Came from the tummy

The matching verse is always terse

We will have a time

When our verse will rhyme

But first we need the proper time

When we meet the second time

Sept 14, 2009

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Sing me to sleep

The shadows fall

Let me forget

The day and all

Tired is my heart

The whole day long

Please let me sleep

I'll sing a song?

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For Elinor

Namchi and Kai, now Elinor too

Have come to Montreal to see the view

With bicycle and bags and plans “énorme”

She “parles le francais” so true to form.

I welcome my vegetarian and welcome her meal

Our Friday night supper is part of our deal.

Summer, 2007

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Sally & Paul

Away you go

Leaving us

With ice & snow

Sally, Sally

Eighty you say?

Let’s drink a toast

To this special day.

To Sally & Paul

Goodbye to Florida

Have a ball

In sunny Victoria

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Dearest Ron

With choices at CHOICES

You blew our mind

So what can we do

But say thanks in kind!

Let us be the first

To buy food with your paper

At a discount price yet –

What a joyful caper!

So thanks for the excellent room + board,

The pod, the sea, the beach,

Your exquisite girls and friends galore.

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Murkey Turkey

The winter in Turkey

Can be somewhat murkey

But modern technology

Needs no apology

Primitive facilitation

Can strain your abilities

So you cover the seat

And stand on your feet

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Happy Birthday dear Zoë

We want to give part

Of the saddle and straps

Let this be a start!

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Dear Mim

To keep the network open

From Toronto to Montreal

We accept your invitation

To visit one and all

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How to explain what rooted means

Is a generation gap for sure.

You travel the world and live abroad

While I need to feel secure!

So kick up your heals

As you visit each time

And welcome dear Michael

With this little rhyme

And Happy Birthday!

Bea & Bernie

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For Aaron

A young mom’s fancy turns, in spring,

To day dreams soaring high;

Away from books and studies

Away from goals things that money brings

To wistful thoughts and sighs

All too soon the school break ends.

Exams + grades in sight

Back to books and student’s things

Back to goals that good grades bring

We love you Aaron with all our might.

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On your fourth Wedding Anniversary from BeaBea + Dad

August 20, 1978

Comment puis-je décrire

Les bons souvenirs?

Quatre ans de voir Ron épanouir;

Nous embrassons les fleurs

Les plus jolies –

Chère Martine

Et chère Namchi

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Dear Doug

From boy to man early,

Responsibilities to carry

Then meeting Madeline

Whom you decided to marry!

With cars to keep track of

And ventures anew

What can we say

About the likes of you?

Your optimism and charm

Energy and drive

Will carry you forward

We know that you will thrive.

So as we make changes

And start new careers

We will often look back

To all those long years.

We’ll forget the rough parts

Remember only the best

We wish you success

And much happiness

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Dear Andrew

Nothing like wine

And sharing a glass

In the quiet of the evening

With your favourite lass

For your unflappable nature

Our deep appreciation

May your future be bright

With great expectation

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Dear dear Mary

As long as me know you

You have never

Ever been contrary.

Your perky disposition

Has always lent cheer

We hope you continue

To be such a dear.

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January thirtieth,

Nineteen forty-eight

For us that marks

A very special date.

Who is the one

The sun shines on?

Today belongs

To our son Ron!

The forties they say

Is when life begins

So kick up your heels

But protect your shine

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Kaima, you are nine years old

So grown up and so tall

Please send a photograph

To hang upon our wall.

Happy Birthday once again

We love you more each day

We know you’ll have a happy time

On vacation though far away

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Dearest Kaima

Happy, Happy Birthday

As you turn fourteen-

We’ll celebrate tonight

And daily in between

Thank you for the piano.

A kiss will be crafted

I’ll send the _____ to you

The light of the sun too.

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Dear Peter

For a favourite expatriate

Running towards the sun

Can’t say I blame you

When here it’s minus -51˚!

So Happy, Happy Birthday;

Tho’ things don’t seem just right

Dwell not upon the bad times

But look ahead – it’s BRIGHT

Warmest regards,

Bea + Bernie

February, 1995

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To Ron

– Sunday January 12, 1992

Three events to start the year of 1992

With Namchi’s birthday early on

Then Dad’s today, then you.

So times are tough + gloom prevails

What can a person do?

Shift a focus, start afresh

With a brand new point of view.

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To Ron

Sometimes it’s bleak

The snow is grey

It seems like a week

But it’s only a day.

Think of the good times

The things yet to do

The people you love

And those who love you

Shout to the wind

That’s it’s ‘ninety-five!”

The best time of all

To be alive.

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For Kaima’s walkathon.

Ten kilometers?

Hard to beat.

You earned this money

For your tired feet.

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To Ron – January 30, 1996

A family reunion?

Impossible I thought.

But your management skills

Proved my worries were naught.

We beamed with fair pride

As bonds were renewed.

Our sons became brothers,

Our grand daughters imbued

With giggles and laughs

And secrets to share

Their plans for the future

Show that they care.

We celebrated birthdays

Of Zaidi, Namchi and Ron;

We partied all day

And the kids did till dawn!

We saw all the sights

While they skied and they hiked;

We walked and we snooped

In the shops that we liked

When we saw “Show Boat”

We were filled with awe

And that tops the list

Of all that we saw!

You said it would rain

But the sun shone bright.

We gloried in the view

Of your snow-peaked sight.

So thank you for helping

Our spirits to bloom.

We’re snapped out of our post –

Referendum gloom.

Now after two weeks

Of extraordinary delight

We’re heading for home

On an Air Canada flight

May your happy, happy birthday coincide with the dream

Of a special success

With PAINT ‘N CLEAN!

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Cheryl

To a hot climate you go

While here we have snow.

I suppose it’s likely your first,

There will be flowers + bees

And leaves on the trees

While here we’ll have winter at its worst!

Rob-

This is a special occasion

Really a double celebration

That brings us here today;

A Chanukah party

Where we’ll all eat hearty

And wish Rob a Happy Birthday!

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For Arnold on his 70^th

It states in the Talmud

A man must not be

Alone with a woman

More than minutes three;

Otherwise it’s assumed

That they had a quickie

So this egg-timer

Will protect your dickie!

Your Auntie Beatrice and Uncle Bernie

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Phyllis

A flat in London

A township retreat.

A condo in Spain

Hey, ain’t that neat?

So happy landings

Phyllis dear.

May your Northcliffe home

Be full of cheer.

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Dearest Annie

What can we say?

So you’re chalking up

Another sweet day.

As long as we’re here

To wish you well

We’ll celebrate with you

And raise all hell.

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Dearest Kaima

Eleven you say?

Have a wonderful time

On your own special day.

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Peter, Peter, pure food eater,

Sells his wares by gram or litre

He puts them in the malls to call

And there he does do very well.

Peter, Peter, what can I say

On this your very own special day?

So behind these lines of laity

We wish you much longevity.

Happy birthday.

April 3, 1989

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Roma

While Ron + Rob

Are way up skiing,

You and the girls

Have fun teaing

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For Ron

This is my

magic nickel;

Lady luck will

Not be fickle

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Many more events this year

Mary celebrations

Happy Birthday our son Ron,

More congratulations.

“There has to be a brighter side”

Let that be your motto

Work + play + forge ahead

But share with us the lots!

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To Rob

What do you know

A great day ended

Our family is now

Through You extended.

On your birthday

It gives us pleasure

To give you both

A special treat.

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To Len + Nancy – My Dad’s Violin

T’was a night to remember

Those fifteen years ago;

We hand these down

To you

With love, but no bow.

Mom + Dad + Vancouver Gang

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A rap for Rhea + Milton

Thanks for letting us

Party with you

We’re happy to be

In the family too

We celebrate mitzvahs-

Who feels old

When Rhea + Milton

Are pullin’ in gold?

Fifty is short, friends

Can’t you see?

We’ve been there before you

From Bernie and Bea.

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Dear Aaron

May 31^st is here again.

It makes you one year more.

We jumped a generation

In 1974.

From “Mom and Dad” we then attained

The honored statues of “grand”-

As BeaBea and Zaida all at once

Had a grandson on demand.

You lead the way for others to follow

A role model? – yes, indeed!

The goals you set to achieve in life

You’ll work hard to succeed.

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Halloween ‘88

Squeak, thump, bang, clang

Call the goblins, find the ghosts,

On their broomsticks fly the witch

Over chimneys, trees and posts.

Scary mask or painted face

Fool the neighbours on your street;

But Halloween is lots of fun

As you giggle “trick or treat!”

For Kaima and Zoe and Namchi,

Two dollars each for you.

Share the rest with others

Like Adya and Mico too.

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Seventy-five years is awesome indeed

Of that there is no doubt

Moreover it’s really the reason

This party is all about

Some things may be appropriate

Like concerts and choirs and such

But beyond most things I can think of

We all love you very much

SO – enough of your lists on old paper:

Use coloured sheets instead;

May your lists keep getting longer

While through life you lightly tread.

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Ann, Ann, my activist friend,

Still very stubborn, sometimes can bend;

Ann, Ann, committee galore.

Still on as many as before.

Though younger than you, the decades pass;

Yet here we all are as elders. Alas!

Ann, Ann, you have broken the mold.

Of what it should mean to be deemed old!

So what can I say to you, Ann Bailey?

MANY MORE YEARS of phoning you daily!

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Son, Mark Dainow

March 21, 1991

One two three four

What are little babies for?

Cuddle love and hold me tight

Even when they fuss at night.

Now a sister has a brother

And a father and a mother.

Mark Henry Amundsen Dainow

You fit right in because we say so

Join the club of loving ties

May you be healthy happy and wise.

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My face in the mirror

Isn't wrinkled or drawn,

My house isn't dirty

The cobwebs are gone;

My garden looks lovely

And so does my lawn

I think I may never

Put my glasses back on.

Ron Bazar

November 14, 2009

Ron Bazar

November 14, 2009

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