The ringing of the clock merged in the dream
The clock insisted: Ten to five,
Vicky tears open her eyes
Boils the water for restorative coffee.
At five and twenty she is Cedar, the coffee
Cool already in the soft cardboard cup
The beef is chilled and shaken on a windshield
Vicky was ahead again. Vicky is waiting.
"He has a spitting eye and a brown eye,"
She remembered the sign to recognize, to identify,
That Mother Hassan told her yesterday in silence
In a hasty conversation, code between two mothers.
Vicky is practicing. I know both:
The ambulance starring in front of it is the crescent
Ready to pass that she worked to coordinate
She gets into the car for a brief identification.
He has a spitting eye and a brown eye
If it wasn't sad, she would smile
He lies there calm, not knowing fuss
Trusting hands favor the opposite.
* * *
The sun is slowly approaching the west
Vicky is tired but lives a dream
She returned home after a day of fighting
Two sons and a daughter she drove today -
From Khan Yunis Beach to Safe Haven
Not to receive compliments;
Hate badge of honor or outpouring of praise
Enough of a look, a code between two mothers.
* * *
Years later, the clock insists
Vicky will soon wake up from a dream
It's already ten minutes before six
A clear thought: a feast day today.
The water has long boiled, the coffee
Already poured, already stirred, she reads headlines -
Tiny ripples in the glass, feeble thunder
A slight tremor is stored in the walls-------
When he opened the door to the safe room
Not asking for mercy, not shouting not crying
She lay there on earth in an instant
And she looked motionless into his silent eyes
Not asking for mercy, not shouting not crying
She lay there on earth in an instant
And she looked motionless into his soft eyes
Spitting eye and brown eye
In memory of the Gaza Children's Volunteers murdered in their home on 7 October 2023.
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