Shot Out To Yiddishe Mamas:past,present&future

There’s a park of green grasses with roses and daisies

Majestic, unreal, so picture perfect

And at the center, surrounded by gardens

Flowing so freely, so beautiful

Is a fountain, a fountain of love

Spreading it’s wisdom, nurturing soils

Breathing life into each precious seed

It doesn't let up as it gives of itself

Watering them as they blossom from seeds to trees

There’s something about a Yiddishe Mama, that makes her  attract every soul

The sun shines all over, but the warmth we feel most, is from the rays of a Jewish woman’s heart

Through kindness and love, laughter and tears, she stands as the pillar of the home

Baruch Ata Hashem, how grateful  I am Hashem, sheasani kirtzono

She sits near the candles as Shabbos arrives

Watching the flames shining bright

Her head bowed in prayer, her heart sings along

The tears flow, she can’t help but cry

They trickle down pages of a yellowed Tehillim,

 Slowly disappearing out of sight

As each one flies up, soaring straight through the heavens

And the flames, they burn brightly through the night

There’s something about a Yiddisshe Mama, that makes her  attract every soul

The sun shines all over, but the warmth we feel most, is from the rays of a Jewish woman’s heart

Through kindness and love, laughter and tears, she stands as the pillar of the home

Baruch Ata Hashem, how grateful I am Hashem, sheasani kirtzono

Challah, candles, and family purity, Sara paved the way

For the Shechina to hover so near

And Rivka in her kindness fed all the camels, 

Rachel cried for her children, for she felt our pain

And the greatness of Leah, shines forth through her sons

Thousands of years, yet we still feel their presence

For they've sparked for us an eternal flame.