YAHRTZEIT FOR MA SIXTEEN YEARS
My mother loved me as no one else ever did
She loved my brother and my sister the same way
She was a person of Love
And of Kindness
She cared for my sick father for all their married life
She was the center for her brothers and sister
She was a warm happy giving loving person
Who loved life and its small pleasures and comforts
The suffering of her last eight years
Will forever be inexplicable to me
She has been gone sixteen years now
What God does with us after we die
Rambam tells us not to speculate upon
I pray nonetheless that in some way
Aside from just in my and my sister’s memory
She truly lives still
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