• Sarah Brisman

Poetry Winner: 12th Grade

Updated: Apr 6

My beloved mother,

Taught to love each other always


Brothers sisters embrace

Nobody can replace your might

You never run in fright

Rather, taught to unite and rise


Like twisted tight twine ties

Binded through our cold cries but also


Through dancing in tempo

With all of my fellow siblings


You watered your seedlings

Henceforth sprung many springs and fruit


The many trees took root

Abram and Sarah fruit spreading


Never ever forgetting

Your small yet large loving strong feel

O Mother Yisrael,

Your shine is very surreal- no other


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