Sunday, January 22, 2012

I wrote this poem for a ad placed in the donor book, for a banquet held in honor of my father, and his unwavering support for Chabad. The gala dinner was attended by nearly 500 people, from politicians, and lawyers, to clients, and clergy. Everyone who  came in contact with my father, fell immediately in love with him. He carried a confidence of personality, not of arrogance, but of genuine welcoming warmth.

Karl H. Goodman Attorney at Law;
Our father, our Zaydie, hero to all,

He walked us to Shul, in good weather or bad;
He was there for us, when we were happy or sad,

His bedtime stories, we loved to hear;
We re-tell to our own children, year after year,

His stories about serving in the Navy, and about the law;
Nine of us, all gathered around, straining to hear it all,

We laughed so hard, crying from delight;
Our father, who made Shabbos, fill with heavenly light,

He took us too many places, both near and far;
We traveled together, packed tightly in the car,

The best Totty, Mentor, Zaydie, and friend,
From all nine of us to him;
With great love and affection, he is our gift from Hashem

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