The first year has passed.

The leaves returned to the trees,

Went yellow then brown,

And fell before the anniversary.

The sun remains hidden today-

But the clouds are out in flocks.

Rain will come like tears,

My tears on the night I learnt he was gone.

But he wouldn’t want tears;

He’d want to relive our smiles,

So I’m going to smile up at the sky,

And say a prayer for his soul-

May it have the highest aliyah.


~Boruch Dayan Emes~

Published by Lily Smythe