Soft forces of nature,
Yiddish mom,
That's the pure love,
Ready for her children,
To make all sacrifices,
Watchful ,in good years and bad years
For their sadness and their desires,
Strong face in dramas,
But too weak with her young (children)
In water or in flames,
She would risk her life for them,
Oh my God , that I have said the best,
Without pressure ,without strong faith in myself
Without loving my Yiddish mom
Mom
Yiddish mom,
Tradition Guardian,
Yiddish Mom
She is the treasure of the house
Just after our first shouts
She organizes, She decides
All long her life,
She forms us but she guides us
And
She is the light
When we are lost,
She is the prayer
That we say when she is not anymore,
I know that until my final day
I will keep the burning for ever
All love of my Yiddish mom
mom