A Glowing Memory by an Anonymous Poet
A flick of a match The glow of a flame
A flick of a match The glow of a flame
Every Shabbos after I light candles, I look at them.
Once upon a time there lived a girl whose name
Isaac was a simple man. He kept Shabbat, but never
I’m scared as I see What the blizzard did to
I shut the door softly. But it was too late.
I see her looking at the Shabbat light, Even though
Imagine you had a private audience with the king. What
As she looked at the blazing yellow light in front
On Friday, before sunset I love to look out the