At the Kibbutz of Nir Oz
we were looking for the aroma of the fig trees
we drank pomegranate juice
we were hiding in the orange orchard
and in the beautiful sunflower meadow
One morning we also met
in the sealed room
we prayed while the bullets whizzed
We prayed while we felt the fire devour what was ours
We cried when we left there between panic and rockets
I introduce myself:
I'm Emilia, I'm five years old.
I've been surviving under the sand for three weeks
I am a hostage in a war that I do not understand
I barely breathe under the weight of my tears
Those of my cousins Yuli and Emma
My mother Danielle's
Those of my uncles Sharon and David
It was a nice weekend at Aunt Sharon's house.
and now captors and bombs catch me
verses of fire
memories of bright mornings
tenderness of my twin cousins
who at three years old live the war like a dream
nightmare spun by death
From time to time explosions shake the earth
I think the rescue is coming
We all sing
Singing keeps us human
Dissolve the reality of hell
Will there be another Hanukkah for me?
A round next to Jasmine?
A first day at school?
A hug from my father in spring?
|Sharon Alony Cunio, 33, and her husband David Cunio, 34, and their twin daughters, Yuli and Emma, 3|
|Danielle and Emilia|