Cherishing the Mitzvah by Musya Presman
As the sun goes down we start the holy Shabbos
As the sun goes down we start the holy Shabbos
Some time before the evening sun begins to wane, Hectic
BS"D I see two beautiful silver candlesticks standing on their
A girl of age two walks up to her mother,
Two shining flames Tucked away, hidden Behind the musty walls
A flame flickers Furiously flurrying into the night Amid the
As I cover my eyes, Every Friday night, Shabbos comes
BH Lighting the candles has changed over the years. When
BS"D I watch as my mother glides into the family
Pots boiling on the stove Papers scattered on the table