January 10, 2006
This was the last of Timora's poems, with which she ended "Principally Poems," the collection of her poetry that she edited and arranged during the last year of her life:
Why pull and pull like a wretched, miserable beast -
In loneliness, in darkness, in the cold.
How much have I asked, and how much will I ask
And I am not the only one
Not only when sorrow blinds the eyes like a veil of tears.
But within me I know
And sometimes, like a flame
The answer blazes before me -
16 Tishrei 5742 - 10 Tevet 5761
October 3, 1982 - January 5, 2001
May Her Memory Be A Blessing.