I had much more difficult time picking a song to celebrate Mother's Day than I did for Father's Day. The latter has a natural winner - Horace Silver's "Song for My Father". But Mother's Day was another story entirely.
I could have done like Marc Myers on his JazzWax blog and chosen "16 for Mother's Day." Neil Tesser did a good job here as well with multiple tunes. But I like to choose just one, and so I went with one a bit on the schmaltzy side, but more appropriate to my culutral background - Billie Holiday singing "My Yiddishe Momme".
Now one look at these lyrics will tell you that this is NOT my mother, who ran a women's clothing boutique and could never be identified with a "wrinkled brow" or as "old and grey". But the sentiments remain, and I offer them to you and your mother as well:
My yiddishe momme I need her more then ever now My yiddishe momme I long to kiss her wrinkled brow I long to hold her hands as in days gone by And ask her to forgive me for Things I did to make her cry How few were her treasures She never cared for fashion's styles Her jewels and her pleasures She found them in her baby's smiles Oh, I know what I owe And I am today To that dear little lady so old and gray To that dear little yiddishe momme Mother of mine

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