I sleep under a menorah, during Hanukkah the brass stays over the window in
our small apartment, the candles of our faith flickering, and welcoming
those who see likewise. The orange fires allow us to celebrate the miracle
and suffering of my people.
As I look up after the candles have gone out, a slight waxy build up held on the cusp of the holders. The master candle stands taller then the rest, watching over the candles and me and my siblings. No matter what has happened during the day the menorah watches over us, protecting us making us see the way that we should.
Even after father shaved his beard and my elder brother neglected to wear their yamalkah when they went to school the menorah has watched over us for eight days. Telling us of our ancestors, as we seem to be moving away, the only thing bringing us into out faith and hope was the humble menorah looking out of our window.
When I walk home sometimes people yell "Jew pig" at me, and "Jew boy" some guys make fun of my mom's heavy accent, and that I can't come out and play on Saturdays. But once a year, I sleep under out menorah, the family all sitting down, laughing and talking as the candle light flickers
Disclaimer: I actually would seem to own this, but its from Les' point of view.
Author's note: Sorry to the Jew Crew for any misinformation about Hanukkah . This is inspired because at the moment we are house sitting for a Jewish family and I'm sleeping on the couch under a menorah, and I thought last night about the comfort it could provide.
Cards on:
Jammed muscles: DANM THEM!
As I look up after the candles have gone out, a slight waxy build up held on the cusp of the holders. The master candle stands taller then the rest, watching over the candles and me and my siblings. No matter what has happened during the day the menorah watches over us, protecting us making us see the way that we should.
Even after father shaved his beard and my elder brother neglected to wear their yamalkah when they went to school the menorah has watched over us for eight days. Telling us of our ancestors, as we seem to be moving away, the only thing bringing us into out faith and hope was the humble menorah looking out of our window.
When I walk home sometimes people yell "Jew pig" at me, and "Jew boy" some guys make fun of my mom's heavy accent, and that I can't come out and play on Saturdays. But once a year, I sleep under out menorah, the family all sitting down, laughing and talking as the candle light flickers
Disclaimer: I actually would seem to own this, but its from Les' point of view.
Author's note: Sorry to the Jew Crew for any misinformation about Hanukkah . This is inspired because at the moment we are house sitting for a Jewish family and I'm sleeping on the couch under a menorah, and I thought last night about the comfort it could provide.
Cards on:
Jammed muscles: DANM THEM!