It’s been several years since you were taken away,
But the pain still sears me as if it were yesterday,
I know you’d insist that I get on with my life,
But I’m doing all right, as best as I’m able,
Being Abba and Ema and keeping the family stable,
My job, and our children, keep me too busy from thinking
For as I make Kiddush and glance at your chair,
It hits me like a fist – you’ll never ever sit there,
Never again will I enjoy the feast you worked hard to prepare,
Nor see your proud smile, as the kids say their Divrei Torah,
It was you who truly created our festive Shabbat aura.
We are often invited out – but I’m not yet in the mood,
That was to be the last time,that you’d return no more.
I try in vain to remember if I said goodbye to you that day,
You were murdered by a youngster raised on jealousy and hate,
Fed a diet of violence that only bloodshed could sate.
His handlers watched in safety – they themselves don’t care to die,
And he took you with him. He stole away your life.
He stole my children’s mother. He stole away my wife.
He aborted our happy future, shared moments that will never be,
I know you’ll be upset if I don’t move on.
I know I have to accept that that you are truly gone.
I promise, that I’ll work on letting go of my sorrow,
But I can’t, not todayI’ll try again, tomorrow.Cheryl Kupfer
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