Aged,
My stepdad
Aged, too.
When her Dad
Died,
Something of my stepdad
Died, too.
When her Dad’s wish
To be buried on a Jewish
Cemetery, right next
To his wife,
I remembered
My parents’ wish:
To rest together,
Forever, only feet apart.
And when, after the funeral,
She came back to us,
Something in all of us
Returned, too:
To life,
To bella Italia,
Zum Leben,
L’chaim.
Henrik Eger
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