The Poetry Den

  Birchas Habonim I place my hands upon her head, these words I’m meant to say A blessing from an ancient time, my hopes for her I pray I take a pause as words get stuck, somewhere inside my heart As if a hand is holding back, not allowing me to start Yet it’s not the words that are amiss, I’ve always known them in the past   I feel that something isn’t right, this year more so than last An empty feeling so unknown, yet familiar all the same A memory to look back on, like a picture in a frame A year ago I spoke with you, as you said these words to me And along with them the love and joy was clear as day to see And you put your hands on my head, the same way I do now And these ancient words would come to life, as your blessings they’d endow I never thought it would be so soon, these words I wouldn’t hear Although I know you never left, you really still are near Please put your hands back on my head, I really want to feel And say these hallowed ancient words, I want to know it’s real For