Birthday Card – example
November 13, 1998
You’re the pegs on my mandolin
You’re the strings on my fiddle
You’re the frets on my guitar
And the hole in the middle.
You’re the grace in my notes
You’re the trill of my flute
You’re the keys on my piano
You’re the strum of a lute
You’re the beat of a drum
You’re the sound of a fife
You’re the music of the spheres
You’re Bob Gittleson’s great wife
Have a hippy, happy birthday
Over the dill you’re not there yet
’Cause as long as you make music, D’vora,
“Alt” you’ll never get!
Love, Risa
(Alt=old in Yiddush)
