Poem by My Father: When Life Becomes a Curse

When life becomes a curse Like a stonemill you must heft No one's here to ask for helpNot a single friend is leftThen your soul is bitter, cleft.The children flew, one far, one distant...Four walls, the home is vacant How can you hug her, she is absent No one is left but memoriesThen the heavy burden slapsA man on the verge of his collapse.
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This is a poem by my father, Zeev Kachel, translated by me from the original Hebrew, which can be found here.
Earlier this year I edited and published his Hebrew poetry book, posthumously. It is called Ropes, Separation, Tear (Hebrew Edition)