I belong to a Holocaust Survivors email list that travels around the globe online helping Survivors find other Survivors. More than six years ago I received an email about a young man who wanted to start a library in Cracow, Poland and needed help filling the shelves with Jewish books. Seems he was raised Christian to save his life. Finding out [...]
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It takes courage to stand tall when we feel our wounds so visible worried that all will witness our pain… Courage and bravery… strength beyond words. You present yourself with such grace with such dignity, head held high turning your face to the light letting the sun warm your soul knowing that you have… God’s blessings at your [...] Happy Mother’s Day Everyone!
I don’t need a special day Lucy & Nusha to remember you Or our kitchen. A place that invited all of us in With smells and tastes Not matched by any restaurant. A place where we would gather For sustenance and hugs As well as daily discussions of earth shaking proportions Of who did what to whom. Your kitchen came filled [...] This beautiful photograph is from Vox Poetica - an amazing website for poets and writers. Click on Vox Poetica and you will be transported directly there. Little sister dear, little sister Listen to my stories of Alice and Dorothy Of Ruth and Naomi Countless heroines Women of honor, of grace Of beautiful eyes and wondrous hearts Who ride in carriages drawn by golden horses with [...] Mama said Don’t call the boys What ever they say What ever you hear Forget the noise Don’t call them boys Listen to me I know what I say Lived longer than you Know a thing or two What ever they say What ever you hear Forget the noise Don’t call them boys
Then my Mama said Don’t sleep with them boys Why should they pay For milk that’s free What the other [...] We have a lot of history You and I Met when I was eight And you were brand new. Been locked in combat ever since Taking sides Creating insignificant battles About family matters and such. You are my mirror and I am yours. I see my soul reflected in your eyes As you reveal me back to me. And I remember us in black and white And [...] We were inseparable Sisters born in an hour of desperation Of need, of my divorce I believed we would last forever Sisters by choice not birth There are friends capable of loving you
San Xavier Mission by Sara Fryd I held a mirror up to you So you could see the fire You carry deep The voice you crave to share With the hunger of years One cannot retrieve No matter the longing. You reversed the mirror for me So I could visit my own reflection Hear my own voice, however faint… Answers to questions asked You, and me Birthed in [...] |
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