My Mother
Chaim Grade
Date unknown, 20th century
The cheeks collapsed and the eyes half-shut,
My mother listens as her knees sigh:
The whole morning under the winter sky
She ran about to every market.
So let us now at the gate of the wall
Sleep through the night . . .
And her hand cries:
A bird too gets exhausted from fluttering about
As its wings rise and fall . . .
And her head sinks down—
But…
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