Naftali Primor, Poetry

נפתלי פרימור, שירתי

משורר צעיר בליבו ששירתו התפתחה בגיל מאוחר. הרגישו מוזמנים להשתתף בחווית שירתי.

Bishop's Mama

The head of Oncology at the Central Hospital in Warsaw knew:
The terminally sick is a Bishop's mother.
The cleric bow down beside her bed and prayed silently.
As he opened his eyes, faint but a clear voice of her:
"I'm a Jew"
The Bishop's face remained still, but his mantle shuddered.
"I was born to a family of Hassidic Rabbi in Lublin.
Your father was the first man I met after release from the Nazi camp.
I didn't want to burden you with my past".
Submerged in a deep prolong pray
He asked for her forgiveness,
And finished in Hebrew: " Baruch Ata Adonai"
Blessed be the King.
Two of his tears joined
To one God.

December 26, 2017