Silent Sobs
In Barcelona,
Easter Day,
At the Spanish
Schul,
We lit a candle,
In your memory,
With tears
In our eyes,
And on our
Cheeks.
Seven times,
You prayed
The Kaddish,
For me,
With tears,
In your eyes
And on your
Cheeks,
As women
Can only
Sob, silently,
Silently.
It tears
The soul,
Intensely,
When there is
No voice
To your
Misery.
With tears
In our eyes
And on
Our cheeks.
Repressed
Sighs,
Eventually,
Rip,
The very fibre
Of your
Heart ,
With tears
In my eyes,
And on my
Cheeks.
And silent
Sobs,
Slowly
Wrench,
My gut.
Poetry by Esti D-G
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Written on 2008-04-22 at 19:39
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