A while ago - can't remember when - the Duchess
stomped out of our house, angry with Nici because
my darling daughter took MY side in an argument -
I know Nici's on my side just as I'm on hers - never
repeat the history of family members taking the side
of who is right - the mistake I made long ago - BUT
Today I know to take the side of family, irrespective
of their degree of rightness - only thing that counts
is blood calling to blood - my darling daughter stood
up for me and today I stand up for the Duchess - my
darling twin sis; whoever points out that she's wrong
will find me irrevocably backing my sis because this
Is what family does - this is the rhythm of life which
is contrary to the righteousness of the Jewish faith
thus explaining the suffering they endured - they
did not attain the specific righteousness which is
required by their faith - at least the fallen nature
of Christians allow them to be saved by another
Who is perfectly righteous in their stead…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem