To find a new way to remember
Not with the Pain Grief Loss
But with the Joy for what it was,
For the having it again
However tangentially,
By Remembering.
For the being here
And there at once,
As I am in the Jerusalem sunlight now
At a table of Naaman with my morning coffee in Tsomet Oranim
As I was in the morning sunlight then
At the lawn outside the big house
At the entrance to the farm of my father's cousin Berkie Ginsburg
In Brunswick New York
Seventy years ago.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem