Today we did gowns.
Black velvet ribbons
White satin skirts,
Metallic gold flowers,
Delicate French lace,
Layers of tulle
Rows of fine beading.
The fabric store, the trimming store,
Sketches, designs and lots of negotiation
Atop the seamstress’s pedestal.
All the while,
A melody’s thin strains,
Sang softly in my mind,
“Daddy Dear, tell me please, is it true what they say,
In the Heavens there’s a cup that gets fuller each day.
And I’ve heard that Hashem keeps it close nearby,
And he fills it with his tears each time that we cry?*
Amidst the clothing, and the spending,
And the things, things, things, things,
A soft hum reverberates,
שתזכו לבנות בית נאמן בישראל,
שִׂימָה דִמְעָתִי בְנֹאדֶךָ (תהלים נו׃ט)
Take my vial of tears,
And shower us with—
*from a song sung by Mordechai ben David
Zisi Berkowitz is an “out-of-town-at-heart” mother and young grandmother living in Brooklyn, NY.