By: Emma Zwickel

I was thirteen years old when my grandmother made peace

with the ground and the heavens

And I laughed.

In the face of life

and within the womb of death,

I sat atop a thousand boulders,

shook my head at the millions of mourners,

so small from so far above.

I was only thirteen years old but I had known my grandmother’s love

thirteen times better than they had

with animal crackers,



and magic,

the magic of her ballad,

“Baruch atah Adonai…”

It was only this year when I discovered

her Hebrew had meaning.

And when I did

I laughed in the face of the unknown,

knowing that within the womb of love,

my grandmother must have been laughing

while making peace

with the ground and heavens

beside me.

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