My mother welcomed the sabbath,
Her head covered,
her eyes closed
as she whispered her prayer.
Her house spotless.
The smells from the kitchen intoxicating.
Her table was adorned with a white
starched tablecloth and
crystal goblets for wine.
Silently she uncovered her head,
the way her mother had,
and her mother before her.
My mother's mother accumulated
a dowry when I was born.
Dishes and lines all chosen with intention
but mostly love.
She is present in my thoughts
as I think of my granddaughter.
Holding silver candlesticks that
I will gift to her.
How beautiful they are
for the home that she will make
Her eyes sparkle bright,
her smile is infectious.
Her sweet face can light
and dark days and nights.
She was born with a crown on her head,
during a global pandemic.
The days were challenging
but she was the sun and the moon.
Enveloping us with love
from her first smile.
Ah, I can see that beautiful smile! I love the line of grandmothers in this poem, a wonderful lineage! Your grandkids have a wonderful family!ReplyDelete
Thank you, Sherry.Delete
This is beautiful! Thank you for sharing.ReplyDelete
This is a beautiful poem that passes on the inner and outer treasures of each generation. We share having a granddaughter born in this very confusing and risky time. I love the way you deflect this but acknowledge it with a crown! Congratulations and glad as my first granddaughter said of her sister ' she's out!' A great relief all round!ReplyDelete
Thank you, Georgina.Delete
I love the passing of tradition and family treasures.ReplyDelete
Have a good weekend Ayala.
Thank you, Grace.Delete
There is so much in this... with all those treasures being passed on. I hope that you keep well in pandemic.ReplyDelete
Thank you! Stay safe.Delete
Your poem touched my heart ... thank you.ReplyDelete
Thank you so much!Delete
Such a beautiful recount of family traditions and their treasure, accompanied by the promise of a new life. So beautiful!ReplyDelete
Thank you so much!Delete
Such a beautiful evocation of both grandmother and grand-daughter, as well as the ongoing family tradition.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Rosemary.Delete
This is what a family should mean.ReplyDelete
What a beautiful and most touching poem this is. I must confess my eyes teared up a bit.ReplyDelete
Aww thank you!Delete
This is lovely, bright, and uplifting.ReplyDelete
Thank you for sharing your beautiful family tradition. Stay safe and well.ReplyDelete
There is a very special bond between grandmother and granddaughter that you show from both ends. How fortunate you are, with your beautiful granddaughter, and the traditions you will hand on to her. I hope you and your family stay safe and well. xxReplyDelete
Thank you dear Mary. I hope you do as well. xxDelete
Congrats on the new grandbaby! I sometimes wonder about the questions my grandchildren will ask (if I am ever lucky enough to be a grandmom) about this wild, wild time.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Rommy.Delete
Beautiful poem and congratulations on your granddaughter!!ReplyDelete
My great grandmothers would have observed Shabbas this way, and this past year, we did a Zoom Shabbas with our kids--though it was never a part of my life growing up.
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