poetry by Davi Walders

Tallit for a Late Bat Mitzvah

A hundred generations after Tamar,
in the year of her own jubilee,
a woman still hungers for Torah.
She will be cold on the bimah
alone. Gone are the arms of family.
Only a longing for the threads
of their blessing remains.

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