Poem by Zeev Kachel
Translated by Uvi PoznanskyWhen life becomes a curse
Like a stonemill you must heft
No one's here to ask for help
Not a single friend is left
Then your soul is bitter, cleft.
The children flew, one far, one distant...
Four walls, the home is vacant
How can you hug her, she is absent
No one is left but memories
Then the heavy burden slaps