GENERATION TO GENERATION
L’dor vador—from generation to generation—
I pass to you
Not the giddy joy of success,
But the lump in the throat the signals
The wisdom to speak softly in a fragile world.
Through these finger tips
Pass sensual gifts—
The feel of sand between the toes,
The eye that captures
The flight of the gull at sunset,
Take them, child of my child—
The ability to grow inside the mind,
To change, to forgive, to love.
And when you grow old,
Bequeath them l’dor vador,
For these are the things that remain worthwhile,
That make life worth living.
S. Anne Sostrom