Extracts written by Grandma Mammy

In the family greenhouse filled with sun and joy,
Among beautiful flowers growing there,
A charming flower grew,
A single "Bird of Paradise",
And this was Ya'ara.

She was an enchanting girl,
A happy child,
Beloved of her parents and family,
Known by all as 'princess'.
Indeed, she looked like a princess, beautiful and tall
And the long coppery curls on her head were a crown for the charming person she was.

Ya'ara loved to travel.
She loved Nature, the blue sky.
She was like a fish in water when swimming in the sea,
fields of flowers spoke to her.
Lovingly she listened to the sound of trees
And watched birds curiously in their endless flight.

Dear Ya'aronet,
You left our life on an evil wind,
A light, white, pure feather,
You disappeared into endless distant skies
And journey there among moon and stars.

Going into your room is hard and painful,
Everything is the same as it was when you were alive.
The large teddy bear is on your bed,
Very sad and silent,
He waits for someone to enter the room,
Tears shine in his eyes
And he presses the small bear to his heart.
On the glass in your door
There is a wonderful painting,
A starry moonlit night that you, yourself painted.

Dear Ya'aronet,
We all miss you so much,
And I always look for you in every corner,
Among groups of girls passing in the street,
I see your lovely figure among them.
I try to sharpen my hearing
And swear I hear your voice.
I feel you at the table
When we meet for Friday night supper
And I hear your voice, interrupting, during political discussions.

At night, I look up at the moon and stars
As if I might find you on a star,
But the stars shy away from me
And disappear behind a cloud
As if they are to blame for the tragedy
that has befallen us.

And everything in life slowly passes.
Happiness passes but not the pain,
Everything passes because fate so decrees.
Everything passes, only one thing remains,
A memory of love and happiness that has ended.
Everything will pass. Only one thing will remain,
Never to be forgotten,
Our beloved Ya'ara - it is you.

In memory of Ya'ara
My beloved grandchild