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  • Sarah Brisman

Poetry Winner: 12th Grade

Updated: Apr 6, 2022

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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