Vayishlach

 בס״ד

This week's parsha poem is dedicated l'ilui nishmas Shterna Sara bas HaRav Asher Yaakov

and for her mother, Henya Rivka bas Bracha Dvora Leah

Vayishlach

Rivkah and Rachel,

They die before living

To see their children

Blossom.

A child’s memory

Holds but a shadow

Of the whispered,

Human warmth

Of a mother’s lost embrace.

And righteous children

Of righteous mothers

Should surely live to enfold them

With lives

That reach fruition.

A blessed, sacred sadness,

A shimmering shard of love, lingers,

An everlasting ember.

Fortunate is Leah,

The so-called despised wife,

Who sees her children thrive,

And to bless her.