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Amy
I loved Amy Schulman
with all my heart
She was the Madriach
for my Jewish youth group
a Labor Zionist movement
called Habonim Dror
and was always there
and led and organized
our meetings in town
during the school year
I was just a kid
age 9 or 10
so I kept my feelings hid
for she was much older
I admired her greatly
though I don't think
she noticed me, barely
but I didn't mind at all
I was young and small
I looked up to her
We hardly even said
two sentences to each other
I loved her, secretly,
from a distance
She was a phenomenal leader
so competent and so pretty
with her own unique mien
and a perfect figure, in her
form-fitting, well-worn jeans
I know of no better way
to convey it, than to say that
she was just the bomb ‒
with those blonde bouncing curls
she looked so naturally cool
it was almost unbelievable
That’s just the way it seemed
She stood out from all the rest
But what I mean is
she was just the best
And it was just so sad
I even cry for her now
when she died suddenly
from a brain aneurysm
Nobody knew
how much it hurt me
how much I looked up to her
though she passed me in years
that did not stop my tears
she was special to me, so true
not even Amy herself knew
I loved her, secretly,
from a distance
Years later, during my first
college break, employed
as Assistant Director
for the National Havurah
Summer Workshop Committee
I saw her father sitting there
We had had meetings
at their house
and I remembered him
from synagogue, as well
I thought it might be
a nice thing to do
maybe it might mean
something to him, too
to let him know how I feel
He was sitting alone
somewhat sadly
all by himself, in a chair
I went up to him, hesitantly
and introduced myself
to share my secret
I think he may have vaguely
known who I was
I told him
that I knew his daughter
and how she was
so special to me
and it was so sad
that we lost her. Sadly,
I think he's gone now, too
I felt like I was one of the few
on the outside, looking in
I don't know
what it meant to him
He said thank you
but I don't think he really got it
what I see
that she still means
the world to me
It makes me cry
I don’t know why
even as I write
it still cuts right to the bone
I think of her now and then
you might even say often
with a longing in my heart
I don't know what made me
think of this now
I hope it's not wrong
but Amy, as ironic as this sounds
was the bomb. What I mean is
she was just the best
Even all these decades later
my sorrow knows no rest
and the deepest sadness
I keep covered
I loved her, secretly,
from a distance
I know I'll never forget her.
רחל בן–לוי
for Mrs. Abraham Zimmerman z”l
Mother of my beloved Shabtai Zisel,
AKA Bob Dylan, and brother, David
Amy
I loved Amy Schulman
with all my heart
She was the Madriach
for my Jewish youth group
a Labor Zionist movement
called Habonim Dror
and was always there
and led and organized
our meetings in town
during the school year
I was just a kid
age 9 or 10
so I kept my feelings hid
for she was much older
I admired her greatly
though I don't think
she noticed me, barely
but I didn't mind at all
I was young and small
I looked up to her
We hardly even said
two sentences to each other
I loved her, secretly,
from a distance
She was a phenomenal leader
so competent and so pretty
with her own unique mien
and a perfect figure, in her
form-fitting, well-worn jeans
I know of no better way
to convey it, than to say that
she was just the bomb ‒
with those blonde bouncing curls
she looked so naturally cool
it was almost unbelievable
That’s just the way it seemed
She stood out from all the rest
But what I mean is
she was just the best
And it was just so sad
I even cry for her now
when she died suddenly
from a brain aneurysm
Nobody knew
how much it hurt me
how much I looked up to her
though she passed me in years
that did not stop my tears
she was special to me, so true
not even Amy herself knew
I loved her, secretly,
from a distance
Years later, during my first
college break, employed
as Assistant Director
for the National Havurah
Summer Workshop Committee
I saw her father sitting there
We had had meetings
at their house
and I remembered him
from synagogue, as well
I thought it might be
a nice thing to do
maybe it might mean
something to him, too
to let him know how I feel
He was sitting alone
somewhat sadly
all by himself, in a chair
I went up to him, hesitantly
and introduced myself
to share my secret
I think he may have vaguely
known who I was
I told him
that I knew his daughter
and how she was
so special to me
and it was so sad
that we lost her. Sadly,
I think he's gone now, too
I felt like I was one of the few
on the outside, looking in
I don't know
what it meant to him
He said thank you
but I don't think he really got it
what I see
that she still means
the world to me
It makes me cry
I don’t know why
even as I write
it still cuts right to the bone
I think of her now and then
you might even say often
with a longing in my heart
I don't know what made me
think of this now
I hope it's not wrong
but Amy, as ironic as this sounds
was the bomb. What I mean is
she was just the best
Even all these decades later
my sorrow knows no rest
and the deepest sadness
I keep covered
I loved her, secretly,
from a distance
I know I'll never forget her.
רחל בן–לוי
for Mrs. Abraham Zimmerman z”l
Mother of my beloved Shabtai Zisel,
AKA Bob Dylan, and brother, David