All the tearing in the world won’t bring her back.
In a dream at night, Mum dozes, her pains quiet
I quiet in my room.
I’ve no defences for her and her hands don’t fortify me.
The yoghurt and sugar are finished.
The voice hides,
The grave is dug.
I lead myself by my own locks,
With a hollow heart I provide for you,
My pain is changed
By being there.
Won’t you
Love me, my kin.
Published in Mashiv HaRuach 29. vl.
Translated by: Atar Hadari
Read Hebrew Version: קריעה