My Mother was Blond

Written by  Yona Levy Grosman

Translated by  Lami Halperin.





My mother was blond,
Eyes like smoke,
Succeeded in surviving
In a godless Europe.
My father had two sisters, like daughters of Shem,
Black hair,
Almond eyes to see the world.
And now
Almond blossoms cover my grandfather’s land, among
Red carpets of anemone covering the earth
The grain rose as high
As my girls’ necks.
A sigh
Bursts from my throat
Unchecked
When gold touches gold
Between lands' black haired sons of Shem.
Maybe this time justice will stand
Firm
And have its way.








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