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Remembering My Beloveds

Vintage journal from 1925 with black and white photo and purple flowers
Eternal G-d!
I thirst for my beloveds daily.
I long for their touch.
I recall the brush of their lips on my cheek.
I sense the feel of his skin, the grip of her hand in mine.
I smell the Shabbat meal she lovingly set out each week.
I hear the words of his mother’s Yiddish lullaby summoning me to dream.
I remember my beloveds daily.
I search for them.
They dwell deep in my soul.
I ache for my beloveds every day.
I know they are forever gone.
I know they are eternally present.
I will forever remember and treasure them.

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