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March 27th, 2024 My son’s not a hero was her first thoughtHe’s just a kidHis smelly shoesHis messy roomAnd a constant smirk on his face I’m pretty sure that’s not what heroes look like, she saidHe’s
October 17, 2023 Families stay togetherThey learned when they were littleOn holidays, on weekend tripsBecause alone we’re just too brittle Families stay togetherThey all continued sayingAnd yes, even as the kids got olderIt’s what they kept
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 sleevesTo show it off to all aroundMine lays heavy, tied round my neckIt’s weight, it’s worth I’ve avowed Some people’s hearts protected and safeAwait that pure moment of loveMine
A morning with 2 pairs of namesWhich ones will set the toneThe lives of two so tragically lostOr the other two, finally home 2 angels departed2 more just returned The rays of sunlightFight battles with the
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
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.