Birchas Habonim

 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 now it’s my turn to play that role, these words I must now say

I’m sure a tiny whisper’s heard, as your message I convey

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