by Janet Ruth Falon (Elkins Park, PA)
I never scrape off the melted wax
on my mother’s mother’s menorah.
I like the layers of color
and the textures of time
and underneath, the tarnish of greying age.
My mother, when she visits,
picks it off with her varnished fingernails
and the probing tines of a fork,
and then polishes the menorah with pink wax,
to a sparkle that again reflects flame.
Janet Ruth Falon, the author of The Jewish Journaling Book (Jewish Lights, 2004), teaches a variety of writing classes — including journaling and creative expression — at many places, including the University of Pennsylvania. She leads a non-fiction writing group and works with individual students, and is continuing to write Jewish-themed readings for what she hopes will become a book, In the Spirit of the Holidays.
2 responses to “Bubby’s Menorah”
What a beautiful post about your bubbe’s menorah. A simple image, a complex memory.
You have a knack for transferring your memory and making it my own. I could swear that nothing in this poem ever happened to me. But now, I am not so sure….