by Ruthie Stolovitz (Atlanta, GA)
Regularly, I am told of the weight of my namesake. People tell the beauty of my name, the history and the reason behind my name.
Unfortunately, you died before my birth at age 68, but you continue to impact my life as if I always knew you. I hope this means our souls are connected.
The rings on my mother’s hands each hold a story of my mother’s mother and her mother, a story that will forever repeat itself with the help of my descendants.
Her Spanish-style home near the water in Larchmont, NY was where my mom and her four siblings grew up. The home can be compared to my grandmother; my grandmother no longer inhabits the home, but it is still standing tall. My grandmother’s memory will always last.
Living in Florida for the end of her life, my brother visited her as a young boy and sang “Fly Me to The Moon” during the last stretch of her life.
Eternally her spirit will guide my decisions and daily actions.
A wonderful woman and great role model, my uncle tells me. I am honored to share a name with such a remarkable woman.
Hands that are gentle, my mom would tell me the similarities between me and my grandmother.
Ruthie Stolovitz is a 9th grader at The Weber School in Atlanta, GA. She wrote this poem for an assignment in Jewish Literature class, in which students discussed how biblical poetry can function as a tribute or eulogy. Students then wrote acrostic poems, in the style of biblical poetry, in memory of family members who influenced them.
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