For My Jewish Sisters 
I remember you at school
Headmistress, teacher, friend
the eyes who see suffering
who hold it in the heart
and memory
like a secret account
in the book of life
shedding tears in the dark
for those who can’t.
You’re the reason
I am still here
arguing with those
who keep telling me
"we can’t afford to care
suffering is not our concern"
I am more than a book-keeper
because you listened to me
once or twice
when I am criticized as one
who thinks too much.
You do not tell me all
that haunts you
but your sadness
tells me we are sisters.
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