Type: Poem

A person poem told from Vashti’s perspective

“Then how Aaron cradles the blossom for you…”

“And on another side, / children whose names the world never learned, / mothers who died calling for their babies, / fathers buried beneath silence.”

“One day, maybe, the Kaddish won’t scrape my throat raw…”

“The world owed them better. / The world owed them more.”

“We are here, / in the Garden, / knocking on Your gates.”

“When I pray for peace, help me stay raw…”

“I’m salting the sky with haskiveinu, seeking wings of protection…”

“Blessed are You, Adonai, / Creator of all that illuminates.”

“The twin flames flicker, one to remember and one to keep…”