Wednesday, April 15, 2015

9 toward the Omer

In loving memory of my grandmother Sylvia Greenfield Moses,
may her memory always be for and of blessing

Sometimes I put on my coat just to feel

held by something. Sometimes a line full of people

is here for the same reason you are. Sometimes

all you need to stay is permission to leave.

I could never tell her I loved her enough.

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