A Day in the Life of an Israeli MOM: Rina Zitser
To my tribal sisters,
I’m a women of words
yet as the days go by,
I have less and less to say….
Nothing seems worthy enough to be said
in the face of such cruilty
The beautiful faces
looking at us from every corner,
pleading to return home
Now, before it is too late.
My feeling of hopelessness is unbearable.
Without having an alternative I try to regain my lost control
in this moment and find compassion.
In moments like these I find some comfort
in writing to myself… In art.. Even the simplest.
I’m not an artist, not a painter
but you don’t need much…
A few pencils, white paper, crayons (we all have that, right?)
and let your hands go as they may… Draw whatever comes to be.
I welcome you to create yourselves.