MOTHER
 

I feel like wearing
Shorts,
And a crazy shirt,
And to go around barefoot and with uncombed hair
In the light of May which delineates my body.
Like that little girl
That Sarah the nurse-maid said to her viciously:
"The apple
Doesn't fall far
From the tree".
The tree,
The broken tree -

My mother.

- Yehudith Kafri
 
 

translated from the Hebrew by Lami.
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