ABSTRACT
Lately I’ve had a jumble of emotions On the one hand I know it could have been worse A different angle, a change in position And the shrapnel . . . (certain things are better left unsaid). In any case I am thankful that we gained a life. On the other hand I mourn for the child that was, Smiling and serene, Whose biggest worry was the upcoming matriculation test, To whose load fate has now added a few more parcels. And along comes Remembrance Day And my private mourning Is confronted by the bereavement of thousands, Dwarfed by it. As I hear the suffering of the parents, I make room for them within my own pain to cry. So I feel today that our personal mixture of gratitude and mourning Is not unlike the prevailing feeling on this day, A day of mourning on Independence eve-
Grieving amidst expectation, Sadness and thanksgiving, One eye cries while the other tries to heal itself, Determined to continue.
