In loving memory of my dear cousin, Uri Nissan Gurary OB"M, who passed away when he was just 20 years old. Uri was a true gem, who always greeted everyone with a cheerful smile. Uri loved his family and he loved to learn. May the Torah learning through these poems and toys be an elevation for his precious soul. May we merit the coming of Moshiach when we will be reunited with Uri.
Monday, May 11, 2015
Parshat Shemot
At the Nile River, Pharoah's daughter could be found,
Cleansing herself from the idol worship all around,
Suddenly she saw a basket floating by,
She heard a baby's cry.
The basket was too far away,
But she stretched out her arm anyway,
Why did Princess Batya bother trying?
The basket was too far, there was no denying.
Although it seemed impossible, Batya knew,
That when we are faced with a task to do,
We need to try our very best,
And let Hashem take care of the rest!
Hashem made a miracle for all to see,
Batya's arm stretched miraculously,
Baby Moshe she did save,
For us, the path she did pave.
To take in a Jewish baby was risky indeed,
All Jewish baby boys were to be drowned her father decreed,
Her bravery and kindness did show,
To do the same for others this little baby would grow.
Moshe was named Tuvia by his father and mother,
But Batya named him Moshe because she drew him out of the water,
The name Moshe fit his personality perfectly,
Because when he grew up he drew his brothers out of slavery.
Souvenir: sticky stretchy hand
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This poem was inspired by
ReplyDelete"Doing the Impossible"
By Chana Weisberg
and by
"The Origins of Moses' Name"
By Rabbi Mendel Kalmenson
from Chabad.org