The first year has passed.
The leaves returned to the trees,
Went yellow then brown,
And fell before the anniversary.
The sun remains hidden today-
But the clouds are out in flocks.
Rain will come like tears,
My tears on the night I learnt he was gone.
But he wouldn’t want tears;
He’d want to relive our smiles,
So I’m going to smile up at the sky,
And say a prayer for his soul-
May it have the highest aliyah.
~Boruch Dayan Emes~