Grandmother's Gaza
My grandson's in Gaza
need I say more?
Yes, his wife, sweet student
runs to her parents, forth and back
to her own home – soldier
husband just returned!
Smelly uniform, socks, no shower
days on end fighting at the front
boots on the ground – a paratrooper proud
My grandson's in Gaza
need I say more?
Yes! Now there's a baby
a beauty named Harel
'Har' in Hebrew stands for mountain
while 'El' the Almighty's name
a new generation, innocent, yet will fight for peace?
Our Prime minister David Ben-Gurion said,
"To be a realist in Israel, in Miracles you must believe!"
My grandson's in Gaza
need I say more?
Yes! Grandmother's heart races
sighting her kid in uniform
with gun slung on one shoulder
baby on the other
free hand his baby's carriage wheels
along supermarket's corridor...
unlike the one he emerged from – in Gaza
My grandson's in Gaza
need I say more?
Yes! Baby fast growing up, asks
"Will dad return home soon from
our Swords of Iron War?"
Hug him close, explain, dad's not the only one –
but he comforted grandma with this slogan
"When the going gets tough, the tough get going"
Written on September 1, 2024
The author dedicates her poem to the many grandmothers who share the pain and pride of their grandsons proudly defending our one and only country which we can call home. She shares the immeasurable agony of families coping with loss of dear ones who fall fighting for us all. May our worthy cause bring some measure of comfort.
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