An astronaut
My son dreams of the moon.
This morning he flew at kindergarden junk.
Build Spacecraft.
Draw me a map.
I hung on the refrigerator a few pieces of paper
To know how to get to the moon.
"Tomorrow we are going to fly to the moon,"
he solemnly informs me.
It is not new that he is flying since he was born
But this time he flew to bring us
lots of cheese.
In my dream
He sits on the moon like a little prince
Picking up my cheese with holes and
Many dreams.
Soon he will knock with his spaceship
A lot of threads of a dream.
And the moon He'll present me
On a plate.
from my book's poem " Crops of Madness"2006 ISRAEL. JERUSALEM
Shoshana Vegh
hebrew and english
Birds on Capitol Hill
July 2010
Shoshana Vegh
Birds on Capitol Hill
Range from arid and dry grass
Sirens security forces
Fourth of July tomorrow
And converge for birthday
Moving from north to south wind
East to west
Do not hear the earthquake
Do not cry bitterly
Right in own way
Just want to fly.
Do not go / Shoshana Vegh
So low for you, Danushka
Grandfather chrisms is not visiting your bed
And no miracles from Jesus
Ho, your Maria is crying as your life sleeping away
So small is your body
Like the white snow
Your body covers
With damned illness
That put down roots
At your beautiful soul
My Danuta
My relative soul
Your pure heart
Your little hand still holds my hand
As we go by the roads
As we visit the Jewish synagogue
I am not with you these moments
Just life still
Keeps us together
Like a bunch
You’re Judaism and your Christianity
Integration of prayers
I send you light
Please come near, Danka
My niece
Please come
Please do not go from me
Do not go
My niece
Do not go
My niece
12/2008
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