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Há 4 dias · My grandmother used to sing about love. Anita, kum aros tzu mir aleyn. Come to me alone. But no, it doesn’t translate, she’d insist, whenever she tried to English-ize her Jewish songs. So I had to trust her. The untranslatable requires trust. So trust me, this is a love song, a praise poem, for grief. Let us celebrate grief. Let us ...
Há 5 dias · My mother is the feeling. Of a cold cloth on my head. When I need to feel her warmth. She's the blanket on my bed. Like a long lost treasure found. A priceless coin along the shore. A map to hidden wonders. The hope of something more. She is my favorite rocking chair.
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Há 5 dias · Open Letter to My Granddaughter. Dear Ava, I want you to be sensitive but strong. I hope you have a sense of self and find happiness in the simple things. A beautiful flower, the glow of the moon, or time spent with family. I hope you have sense of humor that will allow you to laugh at yourself despite your pride.
Há 4 dias · These little surprises can brighten their day, boost their confidence, and remind them just how much they are loved. Here are 45 ideas for sweet, silly, and uplifting notes to leave for your grandkids.
A subreddit to post your poetry without any restrictions or mandatory comments on other poems! Feel free to post whatever piece of poetry you'd like, and don't worry about any of the BS! The only rule that exists (As of right now) is that a mandatory trigger warning with poems graphically depicting sensitive topics like self-harm, sexual assault, etc. must be given before the poem.
Há 2 dias · Jewish Journaling to My Grandchildren: 2050. by Cyd Weissman. As you know, Jews practice the art of time travel. With a word, Bereshit, we transport to the beginning of time. With a phrase, olam ha ba we jet to the future–to the world to come. In a single night, we transport willingly to stand as slaves in ancient Egypt and with a turn of the ...
