Cry, The Beloved
Grandfather Berel last seen thrown off a bus
limping after it at the Polish-German border
forgot his velvet bag with Tefillin for daily prayer
the leather box on his brow with strings attached
He and grandma Malka – though strung along
to Holocaust's killing machine – arise from its fiery furnace
embrace fledgling Kfir and little/big brother Ariel
don't cry on Mama Shiri's lap snatched from Nir Oz
Yarden, husband, father October 7th survivor of the Bibas family
my heartstrings with yours entwine – our history
dictates we not be taken hostage to a brutal past
but prompts us bravely to sing a different tune
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Dear Pessy,
I am always astonished by your amazing talent. May Hashem continue to bless you with good health to continue your great work and all of your creative endeavors.
Eli Weisel wrote: I marvel at the resilience of the Jewish people. Their best characteristic is their desire to remember. No other people has such an obsession with memory.
Your poem is an example,
Rebecca Krausz