“Memories” – Poem by Anonymous
Little fragments of once was, Pieces of old things past, A river of sadness, A breeze of
Little fragments of once was, Pieces of old things past, A river of sadness, A breeze of
BS"D JGR, Winter 2017/5778 December 26/Teves 8 I stretched and squinted. Had the past two beautiful days
Two shining flames Tucked away, hidden Behind the musty walls I remain Immovable I stand As the
BS"D Sarah thought of the nights when she observed Jewish families happily lighting candles and enjoying feasts