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SHOSHANA VEGH
Sewing Machine
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When my brother was killed
All the threads frayed on Hanassi Street in Ashkelon
Dad wanted to appease Mom.
So, he bought her a sewing machine
Brand new from HaAliyah Street
In Tel Aviv
We all went, Mom, me and Dad
Every week to learn
How to reattach the threads
Dad was happy
That Mom found some interest in life
So he bought her
Threads in all colors
We moved everything
To Netania
Which didn’t do much good for Dad
Mom didn’t use the new sewing machine
The threads frayed
SHOSHANA VEGH
A Sweater
My mother knitted a sweater for my brother
Knitting notebook
in samples of brown woolen threads
My mother knitted for my beloved brother
Wonderful sweater
Criss Cross
to attach his body
To a warm cloth
My mother knitted a sweater for my brother
Beautiful like my brother
The sweater was left at home
And my brother was left in the hills
In the heat of the desert
without a home
wandering in his longing for us
SHOSHANA VEGH
Peace of Mind
In the morning we must say hello
And when I write her first
She soon answers
But not every day is the same
Today she wanted to stay in bed
Waiting for her strength to return
“Today I want to be weak” she says
I can’t start the day without his hello
And I know that it’s not him
It’s her just a mood in the morning
A woman in bed that want to be weak
A woman in bed that longs for her power to grow
And if he comes and passes by the window
She will be strong by this wind
And stronger than the light
And it’s in her mind all this peace of mind.
It’s in her!
SHOSHANA VEGH
WASHING
I’ve cleaned the house
with the tears of the kidnappees
I’ve cleaned my house
After a month of mourning
And they are still there
In addition to a thousand dead martyrs
And the list is still going
And the hand is still writing
Who is for mercy and who is for grace
Who to die and who to burn
Who will die and who will live in suffering
I still have a home
In a beautiful street
and they…
I don’t know where they are
For the First time in my life
I am crying
and the tears are not running
it’s invisible
I can say that my soul waskidnapped
