You’re very special Mother Sarah
I will tell you why
I often think about you with a half an open eye
I feel that our hearts have touched although we’ve never me
I daven psukim you have taught and soon the page is wet
I cry a lot…
I sometimes wonder when i’m called to help a fellow Jew
When desperate hours cry out “no” what would you Mother do?
I wonder if you’d looked away, where would Bais Yaakov be today?
Would pleated skirts be uniform
Would we withstand this heavy storm
Would tznius reign and emes shine
Would our lips speak words divine?