As part of the Writers Matter program, teachers from about twenty schools around Israel wrote and shared their writing together. The following piece is part of the “I Wonder” collection, and comes from Inna, from the WIZO Hadassim school in Even Yehuda.
I Wonder
Your tender cheek upon my cheek
your lips touching my face
it’s early morning, I’m asleep
you’re next to me, my boy.
Charmed by your vigorous physique
your ever-growing might
I wonder what adventures you will seek
I wonder what you will be like.
Will you be able to withstand
the filth, the pain and the abuse
which you’ll find hard to understand,
and will the muscles of your heart
shrink out of sorrow for this land
when death of a beloved friend
you will experience firsthand.
I wonder how you’ll cope with that.
The southern wind is dying now
it’s been a long, hot day
I’m finishing a cup of wine,
the mind going astray.
And I’m not whining, not at all
just trying to find a way
to settle remnants of the light
with dark that gets its prey.
It’s midnight, I am on the rack
all this to no avail
I wonder whether they come back
and are we to prevail.
I wonder if I’ve still the strength
to navigate this sail
and looking at my sleeping son
I know I cannot fail.
Debate for Peace 