To my grandmother, may her memory always be a pearl earring

For as many stars line the skies,

There shall you be, my mothers,

My grandmothers, my great-grandmothers.

There shall you be,

A star for every wandering Jew

And each of their daughters too.

Would it not be easier to close your eyes,

Than to dim the light of a thousands stars, a million miles from your shores?

There we shine, there we shall always shine.