Gone
You're gone
And I don't know what to say
The matriarch of our family
Died just the other day
I'm speechless
We've been out of touch I know
Somehow I thought you were ageless
I never expected you to go
What now
You were always in my thoughts
My Tante Sheindel who always remembered me
I treasure your gifts far more than anything I've bought
I have them
The shabbas candlesticks, the matzah tasch
The vest you knitted for Stacey
They mean so very much
I still have that lovely Star of David with my initials on the other side
You sent it to me when I was seven....
gimmel, bet etched so carefully
I still wear it with pride
Only you
Remembered my real name
You always called me by it
Things will not be the same
Never again
Will my name be heard
You were the only one who remembered
Written in every letter you never forgot the word
This is selfish
I'm thinking only of me
No one else remembered who I really am
No one else ever wanted to see
© shaynamaydle
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
graphics by shayna
DO NOT CRY FOR ME
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight,
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.
Author Unknown
You're gone And I don't know what to say The matriarch of our family Died just the other day
I'm speechless We've been out of touch I know Somehow I thought you were ageless I never expected you to go
What now You were always in my thoughts My Tante Sheindel who always remembered me I treasure your gifts far more than anything I've bought
I have them The shabbas candlesticks, the matzah tasch The vest you knitted for Stacey They mean so very much
I still have that lovely Star of David with my initials on the other side You sent it to me when I was seven.... gimmel, bet etched so carefully I still wear it with pride
Only you Remembered my real name You always called me by it Things will not be the same
Never again Will my name be heard You were the only one who remembered Written in every letter you never forgot the word
This is selfish I'm thinking only of me No one else remembered who I really am No one else ever wanted to see
© shaynamaydle
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
graphics by shayna
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight,
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.
Author Unknown
INTRODUCTION