The smiling, redheaded father at school pick up
I have a redhead.
My youngest, Hadassah.
My fireball. My heart.
Everywhere we go,
people comment on her hair.
Redheads stick out.
We notice them.
And so I noticed
Rabbi Moshe Kravitzsky.
At pick up.
At my son’s school.
Each day.
Always smiling.
With his bicycle.
The one he was riding yesterday
when he was mowed down and killed.
Baruch Dayan HaEmet.
Comments