Gala Event Journal

D EAR M OMMY עמו"ש ,

By now we’ve gotten used to it, We know the script by heart, “Your mother was my math teacher,” Is how all conversations start. The memories start rolling in, With people we’ve just met, Lessons so much more than math, Lessons they’ll never forget. “Crawl and climb” and “Pi Day”, Are the words their mouths might cheer, But their hearts internalize selflessness, Sensitivity and care.

And though she gives so much to her students, Always focusing on another, Mommy has taught her children the most- The ultimate teacher is a mother. Thank you Mommy for all of the time, And all of the loving care, You shower on your kids and grandkids- Day after day, year after year. You teach us to see and appreciate good, To keep on our face a smile, To strive to grow, to help and to do, And happily go the extra mile.

Total simchas hachaim, Finding joy in the mundane, And when they’ve grown, built their own homes, It’s these lessons that remain.

Mazel tov on this honor, It really is so fitting, For our mother a lifelong teacher, Who never, ever stops giving.

Love, Hillel and Yael, Moshe and Chani, Yoni and Fraida, Noach Yehuda, Yaakov

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