Mum, it is nineteen years since you left us,
From Netanya by the sea,
Where you had spent your retirement
Making memories for friends and family.
For nineteen years in Israel,
In Netanya, you did live,
Until from this Mortal Life,
On Eighth Shevat you did slip.
At seven in the morning,
The ALMIGHTY sends these words to me,
To convey to all the Family,
The Memories we have of thee.
For each of us have different ones,
Spent in your company,
As we cast our minds back and remember
The times when we were with thee.
I sit in my wheelchair,
Too awake to go back to sleep,
Putting these words on paper,
Making another Memory to keep.
Copyright [c] Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 28 January 2015 / 8 Shevat 5775
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