Eli and Malka
are you proud of me now?
a little coddled and soft but I'm getting stronger
I survived America
I got out by the skin of my teeth
by the sweat of my brow
and on the wings of eagles I've come, Eli and Malka
Malka my husband says, you had eyes like mine
I've got your candlesticks for the holy sabbath
You've seen all that I've done I know you must be up there praying me on
I hope it reaches you when the words and the songs pour down like a blessing from above
like lightening
or like water
Eli and Malka
My supermarkets in the shade of Rebbe Shimon
and my laundry is drying in the sun in the Holy Land
Blow gently on this spark, so it can shine the world
and when I see you I hope to stand before you
without shame
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for my great-great grandparent, may G-d avenge their blood
