still look for you
grandpa and
startle
into
soft familiar
places
every
time i see
ashkenazi eyes…
..for
one startling moment i
become a small dove wanting
to nestle in olive
groves
because
once upon my childhood…
you were there
planting me like tiny trees in
downy blankets …
your soft winds rocking me to sleep
I still look
for you grandpa …
…still
hear your
heartbeat in olive groves ..
still feel
your shalom in gentle breezes
still think of you on
Shabbat…
So very sweet and filled with love!
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Armadillo:).. Hiya:)… thanks for stopping by to make me smile:)
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It’s my mission to never stop! Have a great weekend lady 😊
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