Third Grade

Third Grade at Menachem Ussishkin Elementary School with our teacher Zevia Ben Zur. Jerusalem, Israel circa 1960

כיתה ג’ בבית ספר אוסישקין בירושלים עם המורה צביה בן-צור


Come Hold My Hand

Come hold my hand and walk with me
by the orange n’ lemon trees
hold my hand
and never let it go.

Come see the beauty of the day
the lazy clouds and birds at play
and purple flowers
on the hills below.

Come sing the morning song with me
dance aloud and jump up free
see the glory
of this dazzlin’ show.

Come hold my hand and walk with me
the two of us, just I and Thee,
I’ll hold your hand
and never let you go.

©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
January 1, 2015 | OC, California

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The Lonely Rose

Narrow minds and futile battles
shatter dreams that could have been
gone illusions of graceful living
seeking meaning in between.

Falling down and getting up
stumbling all along
to find a balance in a life
that lost its morning song.

Broken glass and tall closed gates
barefoot walking on hot sand
feeling endless wishes burning
and hopes that never end.

Longing for a peaceful respite
from a world that only knows
the price of every little thing
but doesn’t value a lonely rose.

©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
July 3, 2000 | Hollywood Hills, California

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On Mother’s Day

On Mother’s Day one Sunday morning
I woke up all alone,
a million mothers went to march
shouting out their scorn.

They called to stop the violence
demanding gun control,
they said our children would be safer
and society as a whole.

I sat alone–my kids were gone–
my thoughts wandered far away,
I pondered what would make a difference
the loss of kinder to keep at bay.

And so I thought:

The rage our children feel inside
would not be stopped by passing laws,
it is the tender loving care
that will further ease their blows.

It takes much more than shouting out
and protesting out in malls,
it takes a heap of care and tending
to save our children’s souls.

Society cannot be tamed
by passing rules and legislation,
the only way to save our system
is teach our children ’bout compassion.

It’s not enough to utter words,
it’s not enough to say we care,
it’s not enough to raise our banners
if kids are left to their despair.

It is the teaching in the home
the way parents give respect
and how they honor themselves n’ others
that show kids just how to act.

It is the constant concentration
the care and tending in every day
which parents give despite affliction–
to save a child from falling prey.

If babes are valued and respected,
if they receive their due esteem,
they will give back what they received
and yield beyond our wildest dreams.

For citizens of any land
can live together in peace and truce,
if early on they are self-governed
with bits of love, respect and truth.

©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
May 14, 2000 | Hollywood Hills, California

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Give Mom an Original Gift


When I was young and you a baby—
when you had just come out to see
the world around you, the good and crazy,
I did not know what was to be.

I wished that day
the sun to stay
and shine on us forever—
to live a life of gentle breeze
to love and laugh with pleasure.

So many years have passed since then,
too many days for me to count—
but in the glow of every sunset
I still remember the wish I sent.

©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
August 23, 1999 | Graymoor, Olympia Fields, IL

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Kira Cross Continental

My first international order is on its way to Taiwan. Our darling friend Amanda choose my Sassy No. 4 drawing as her Mother’s Day gift–I am thrilled! Thank you Amanda–Motherhood becomes you!

Bon Voyage! Enjoy!

Sassy | No.4