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Thursday, November 1, 2018

Remember

The following is the text of the poem by Rivka that I read at her erev zikaron on Monday night.


8 November, 1988

Remember

by Karin Rivka Zuckerman


What do you call the rain
that lightly falls
and gently washes
all your worries
away

I want to run
with arms outstretched
on sit on my doorstep
dreaming

My mind flickers
between past and present
I feel so happy
to be
alive

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