Leora,
when you sing,
God comes and listens.
And your father,
red headed,
red bearded,
full of joy and
loving,
tender pride,
visits us.
Where he lives now,
in the heaven neighborhood of
my own parents,
singing this good
is still special.
Only humans made into angels
know how to make those sounds.
Leora,
when you sing,
the clouds dance
above us,
and joy, pride,
nachus,
is all we feel.
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 8:53 PM UTC
Leora,
when you sing,
God comes and listens.
And your father,
red headed,
red bearded,
full of joy and
loving,
tender pride,
visits us.
Where he lives now,
in the heaven neighborhood of
my own parents,
singing this good
is still special.
Only humans made into angels
know how to make those sounds.
Leora,
when you sing,
the clouds dance
above us,
and joy, pride,
nachus,
is all we feel.
