You were born to an unwilling mother
Forced to leave her husband for your father
A yiddeshe mamme
With a child who considered himself of another faith
Did you ever hear your mother crying?
Did you ever stop to think of her pain?
She gave up everything for her nation
A nation that you did not call your own.
I often think of your mother's hidden pain
As her name reveals, Esther was adept at hiding
And I hide, too.
Perhaps those monthly lost chances
would have turned out to be you.