Zywa
Reality today
Dear grandma, I remember you
and a few of your stories
of the war, the little big
dramas to commemorate
my children only hear them half
because of the bombardment
of images of wars far away
daily in the news
so
we play reality today
to feel, to know
how rending it is
I am the grandma and my daughter
is her mother, the street breaks
after a shot, the air creaks
and we hold our breath
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