Three sisters
Raya, Tsilya, Mira
Two now in heaven
My grandmother Raya
Went first
In 2002
She was the oldest
Raya was the
Only one that married
Had kids
And a grandchild
Me
Tsilya and Mira
Were always together
Never got married
No children
Alone in Israel
A mistake of their
Own making
Three sisters
Survivors of WWII
Bombing raids
Avoided capture
From the Nazis
Running through a forest
Without any shoes
With a cow
While bombs rained
Around them
Hopped aboard
A moving train
Whisked away to safety
Didn't fall victim
To the horror
That befell 67 members
Of our family
The Holocaust
Out of the
Three sisters
My Mira
Was the most
Caring
Funny
Blunt
Maybe that's where I get it from
My Mira
Was popular
Young or old
Loved by a whole town
Slutsk, Belarus USSR
Growing up there
She would clap
Her hands
Sing and dance
With me
When they moved
To Israel
We came to visit
Her for the first time
In 1995
She cried when she saw me
Would always
Ask a million questions
About my life
Even on the phone
My Mira
Whose face would
Wrinkle up when
She smiled
Who had a very
Silly giggle
Is in the sky
Dancing with the angels
Even when she was sad
She would smile
That smile that lit a room
Wanted to tell you
About my Mira
You
The world so large
Yet so small somehow
Death
Be it sudden
Or awaited
Takes a piece
Of your heart away
My Mira
Survivor
Caring woman
Friend
Sister
Aunt
Great aunt
Has that piece
The wind beneath
My soul
Heart
And spirit
Rest in forever peace
My Mira
I love you
Someday we will
All be together again
*** My Guardian Angel Mira Shif ( ? 1927— July 5, 2011)***
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Thơ caThis is my second poetry book. Book 1 is published on Amazon.com and is called "Out of the Abyss". This collection of poems shows my life at a time when everything was going well and then it wasn't. A lot happened between 2009 and 2012. Every book...
