Photo: Amitai Asif
“Be like a flower,” she said,
Wrinkles creasing like sun
‘Round her eyes.
“Be like cabbage, too!”
And she laughed
At my confusion and
Touched a calloused hand
To my cheek
For the umpteenth loving time.
“Bloom alone does not fill stomachs,”
She explained
And the years without
Flickered sad behind her smile
But did not interfere.
“Cabbage blooms as pretty as any,
Yet unlike most who wilt
At summer’s end,
It will hold goodness at the ready
To nourish you through winter.”
“Be like a flower, then,” she smiled.
“And like a cabbage, too.
For it will sustain you:
Bland or spiced or hot or cold
Until the snow melts
And you have lived to a new spring
And can, one day, grow old.”
Na'ama Yehuda 
Substance and beauty, much like this poem, something for the eyes and something for the soul.🙏🙏🌹
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🙂 Being practical is a good thing …. 😉
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That is beautiful, wise and loving advice…
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Thank you! I believe it was channeled right from a Crone, mind you. Told ya they’re worth their weight in gold, those. (Yep, more Goldies). 🙂 xoxo
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Well, there you go. Can’t go wrong when it’s channelled from a Crone.
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🙂 Indeed!
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Absolutely!
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Shoot. Hit “send” by accident…
Goldie Cronie! 😘
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🙂
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🙄😏😘
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Super poignant and beautiful.
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Thank you! 🙂
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Your gift with words brightens my day every time! This is truly excellent writing. Thank you!
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Thank you my dear friend! Hugs, kisses, and blessings for an excellent 2019! xoxo Na’ama
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A day early, but perfect. 😀 😀
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Early? Late? Time’s not linear … 🙂 xoxo
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