you know…i
still look for you
granpa 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 granpa …
still
hear your
heartbeat in olive groves ..
still
feel your shalom in gentle breezes…
still think of you on Shabbat
Beautiful tribute. I find myself looking for my dad sometimes. This is very heartwarming
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Good to hear:)… thanks for commenting:)
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lovely poem Kay! ❤
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Loved this. I feel similar for my Grandma.
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Beautiful.
I have Ashkenazi eyes too ya know!
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:)… we tend to be a passionate breed:)
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Hey you and I could be related ya know!
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:)… seems like a possibility huh?
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Russia/ Romania ashkenazi …sure thing! I have my full Ashkenazi genetic line if you want to dive in
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:)… how wonderful… :)… I think my grandpa was Ashkenazi and my grandmother was Sephardic… via Poland and Hungary …
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You can email me his last name if you want
Bethanykays@hotmail.com
I can look up my family tree
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:)… Bucher
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Sternhill, busch, fischer….cant find bucher darnit
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:)… thanks for trying… still … same tribe:)… Jewish:)
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Same tribe!!!!!
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🙂
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