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You can deny deny deny deny and denyBut I can never washWhat I saw out of my eyes I am a teacher and mother of sixWe live in the town of Kfar AzaOn Oct. 7th there
Before October 7, 2023I was an ordinary Chevy pickup truck,But after that day everything changed.No one or thing will ever be the same.This is my story: My owner is Moshe Sati.He’s a devoted husband and father.Treats
November 18th, 2024 Am I my brother’s keeperIt must be soFor he is not mineMy dust stained bootsMy broken spiritMy blood shed so easilyWith his peace of mindI am my brother’s keeperFor this day at leastBut
October 24th, 2024 It’s been a year of pain and wordsThe year has endedThe words have goneBut the pain won’t let us goIt’s been a year of waiting and prayingThe year is overThe prayers fading, each
October 6th, 2024 Time goes onBut we stay the sameA year has gone byBut nothing has changedThe tears keep fallingJust like yesterdayThe pain keeps callingIt won’t go awayDown south the timeItself stands stillUp north the sirensLoud
October 1st, 2024 October nowOctober thenThe time betweenOctober rainsThe ground still dry hereNothing growsOctober daysWe never choseFall turned winterSummer from springOctober stillThrough everything
September 22, 2024 We wished they were thereAs we walked down the aisleHolding new babiesTheir hug and a smileWe mourned each their absenceAt every new milestoneKnowing if we calledThey wouldn’t answer the phonePerhaps the biggest disgraceIs
At the corner of Kaplan and Ibn Gvirol,you stand next to me waiting to cross,a tower of olive with dust on your boots,and I barely subdue a primal urgeto wrap my arms around you. Soldier,what can
November 27th, 2024 We should be worthyThey all sayOf your braveryOf your sacrificeOf the legacy you left behindBut really, we all knowWe’d rather be worthyOf your smileOf your lightOf the joy which you defined
September 1st, 2024 I’ve wallowed in painI’ve dwelled in heartbreakI’ve existed on breathing in agony and sorrowBut nowNot wallowing but drowningNot dwelling but barely survivingAnd the breaths of poisoned anguish and grief threaten to suffocateWith no