He’s No Hero, Please
March 27th, 2024
My son’s not a hero was her first thought
He’s just a kid
His smelly shoes
His messy room
And a constant smirk on his face
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March 27th, 2024
My son’s not a hero was her first thought
He’s just a kid
His smelly shoes
His messy room
And a constant smirk on his face
October 17, 2023
Families stay together
They learned when they were little
On holidays, on weekend trips
Because alone we’re just too brittle
Families stay together
They all continued saying
More empty chairs than not
We’ll sit at the table alone
But how can we bemoan our fate
When our children could still come home
Some people wear their heart on their sleeves
To show it off to all around
Mine lays heavy, tied round my neck
It’s weight, it’s worth I’ve avowed
A morning with 2 pairs of names
Which ones will set the tone
The lives of two so tragically lost
Or the other two, finally home
2 angels departed
2 more just returned
I am a Jew.
Always have been, always will be.
There was never a moment in my life that I can remember that I had to be taught that, or have it explained to me.
There was never a moment in which I had to wonder, am I an American first or a Jew first? I mean, I knew I was both, but Jew would definitely be the first answer to the question of who I am.
There was never a moment in which I questioned that.
We cried all the tears we thought we had The well of sadness run dry When 21 more angels dug new wells And the tears they kept on flowing
Today is somehow both the last day of Sukkot and the first night of Chanuka It is both October 7th and December 7th Terror doesn’t have a calendar Nights are spent tossing and turning Worried for
Everywhere you go, everything you do. Let your world be a little dimmer, let their memory be that much brighter. Until they are all home.