I rest my eyes Where somber sleeps and freedom lies.

I hear it still. Like angels call. When darkness reveals the lighted hall.

May passing quickly be your souls salvation.

When greeted at those gates, escaping grips of deaths damnation.

I hear your breath. It's last few words. Reminding me of child’s play.

Freedom's birds.

Out time will pass and so on your life, as we remember seasons gone as night.

May my sense of pride that I keep of you

stand me tall when I say "I’m a Jew",

of many generations.

That pride will never die Grandpa. You still live long in that of so many more.

I hope one day to be greeted by you...