We sat watching Grandma Jadzia
On a Sunday afternoon, and
What a way to spend a Sunday
Feel the past return to you and
I remember well the way her kitchen smelled
"a little bit of this and that" and skimming chicken fat
She puts her glasses on and speaks to the unborn
And welling up in me, a love she buried deep
And I see, I can receive
"I know I'm asking a lot, but we must throw our lot in
Not just with other Jews, but all oppressed people too"
And as she says this line I know that she is mine
She's trying to wrap her head around all the millions dead
And I can't understand, no I can't understand
I can't understand, but she still took her stand
And I see, I can receive
I can receive
