Sunday, December 21, 2008

Chana's Chanuka Poem

Chanuka will be here in a few hours. The Menorah is waiting to be polished. And I'm waiting to be inspired, ignited by the light of the inner mystical wellsprings of the Torah that shine from the flames.

When my daughter Chana was nine, I did some homeschooling with her. Here's a poem she wrote about the holiday. And a painting by Rothko ("Number 19", from the Art Institute of Chicago. It was sent out in the Chanuka card. If you aren't on our mailing list and would like to sign up, click here.

Greasy, gold.
Eight lights shine
And dance and flicker
In front of the mezuza.
Happily, gratefully, we light the menora,
Spin, spin little draidel, spin.
Quick!  Don't miss it!
Take a latke,
greasy, gold,

By Chana, age 9

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