Introduction to Waters of Separation
Three days before her wedding in May 2013, Hannah and I had a list of twelve tasks which we needed to accomplish, including facials for both of us, the final fitting of her wedding dress, and buying her new outfits for the Shabbat of Sheva Brachot. The last item on the list was taking her to the mikvah. When I returned home from Shacharit , as I was then saying Kaddish for my mother, I realized that I only had a short time to write some of my many thoughts to her about this time of transition for us both. I wanted the time at the mikvah to be both religious and personal. I read her the poem while she was within the mikvah. We both cried; more waters of separation.
For my Daughter at the Mikvah
Water first separated you from me.
Enclosed , sheltered by water, jostled within me.
I’d feel your movements, a foot, an elbow