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,
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