Ancestry

When I was younger I'd visit my grandma Sophie on Brighton beach. 

She lived right across the street from Sheepshead Bay in Brooklyn NY. 

Every day after their swim the old Jewish ladies would gather on the boardwalk to chat. 

I noticed their flowered bathing suits, thin beach robes, strong tan legs,

and flat asses. 

They all had enormous bosoms. 

It was as if their tushies had vanished

and moved to their chests. 

And now here I am.