Sharing From a Mother’s Heart
From the COLlive inbox: A mother writes a poem about all the young women still waiting to find their bashert.
by COLlive Reporter · COLliveBy a mother
How to market your child?
How do I show the worth?
Of a charming splendid diamond,
There are so many on this earth.
Each mother searching diligently.
Their son needs perfection.
All these girls wandering the globe.
Need a total inspection.
Are they pretty?
Are they smart?
Is there money?
Is there land?
Is there fame?
Are they classy?
Are they perfect all around?
Are you looking for a wife for your son, who, of course, is magical?
So many girls, so many gems, each one a queen, an angel.
As these girls float around, their sincerity, with depth,
Girls with voices, girls with faith,
Girls majestic full of taste.
These girls are praying hard.
These girls hope for a future soon.
They are playing all their cards.
Dear G-d, the king of all these princesses,
I’m sure you want more homes.
Homes built of purity and beauty,
Homes divine, full of sanctity.
We need a palace for each to be queen.
They’ve been alone for far too long.
They are looking for their partners,
They’ve sung to every song.
Dear G-d, as a father,
Dear G-d, as a king,
Please help your precious daughters,
to acquire their wedding rings.
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