This poem is being published as a tribute to all of the Israeli soldiers that are fighting for Israel. As Israel takes a stand and retaliates against Hamas and the terror that they unleash on a daily basis to the citizens of Israel, we pray for our Jewish Chayalim to be protected and for the safety of the Holy Land during these trying times. If you live anywhere in or near the danger zone, we are sending thoughts and prayers your way. Three causalities are three too many. Hashem Yikom Damam. To all those who are reading this, if a chapter of Psalms can be said or simply a good deed done, that would mean a whole lot. Please share and be safe.
Written by: Lieba Bard-Wigdor
From the city of Tel Aviv
He walks to the door
Gradually turns around
And kneels on the floor
Aba, please don’t leave me
We need you right here
The child sounds so desperate
His voice is filled with fear
Our Jewish brothers need me
My son, please understand
This is what I must do
To protect our holy land
Wherever Elokim takes me
My son, I want you to know
You will be with me always
But now I really must go
He watches his father leave
As a tear rolls down his cheek
He waves the soldier goodbye
For he can no longer speak
Many years pass on by
Since that very last day
His father’s final departure
And forever taken away
He looks into the mirror
He sees his father’s face
It brings back memories
Of a familiar time and place
From the city of Tel Aviv
He walks to the door
Gradually turns around
And kneels on the floor
Aba, please don’t leave me
Your father did the same
I do not want to lose you
To be another forgotten name
My son, Saba is remembered
Although we may be apart
He’s been watching over me
As he is always in my heart
Now I will watch over you
As my father did the same
I love you, B’ni Hayakar
I won’t be a forgotten name
Stay strong, my dear son
I will be okay, don’t cry
For this land is ours forever
B’ni, Am Yisrael Chai
