Tonight, it’ll happen, you say The hopes will smithereen, People are already counting backward
Before a baby comes into the cot, They leave her in the field To listen to the jackals and peacocks, To store up dew and sweltering
I’ve no defences for her and her hands don’t fortify me.
Maybe it’s time to say they should stop chilling prayers
Mornings she practises constant walking And purifying her mind, How to overcome the forces of the attack
“And he lifted his eyes and saw Benjamin, his brother, the son of his mother” (Genesis, 43:29), Parashat Miketz.
Since our first conversation we weaved a dream: to give our future children and ourselves natural births, at home.
One thinks that a vacuum is formed. They say that you’ll live with the understanding that bachelorhood is a corridor to the next stage, to marriage. Then you find yourself there for a long time.
To part from the longing
I hoped a hope