Each Chanukah spins by so fast. / And as grandchildren light, my past becomes less real.
The love of a mother
Is endless in scope
Crosses all boundaries
Giving us hope
Her dry face I saw on a Byzantine icon.
Destiny of Solid Stone Growing up in America, Chanuka was always overshadowed by that major Christian holiday that occurs around the same season. There may have been a lot of Jews in New York, but in my elementary school, there were hardly any, and I happened to be one of that tiny minority. This was Read more