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Dorit Weisman

MOM\'S LAST VISIT, JULY 2002

1.
Mother mother now that you’ve unpacked your suitcase
You must be sitting on the balcony staring at the street

2.
Sleeping for as long as I
Sleeping for as long as I’m not home
But you’ve had vital waking moments
As the children were going in and out
Going back
And forth

3.
I’m still alive after everything I’ve been through,
You said

4.
I’m sitting at the wooden kitchen table, exhausted.
I can’t even make you a cup of coffee.

5.
“Just a bite to taste” mother says about everything.
Laugh all you want but she only eats things that
are tasty and fresh. In her fridge I always find
Kerezet - a pink cream cheese my sister makes,
And smoked fish or salami, and bread.

6.
On Margie’s table there’s always some
Butter, she said. Since then I always give her
At the end of a meal
Bread and some butter.

7.
And malt. Mom loves malt
And club soda. Two months ago
She started to drink beer.

8.
Is there gas in the car? Sitting on the red stairs,
Awaiting her evening drive in the car.
When I’m up to it, Mom, we’ll go to the coffee shop.

MOM’S LAST VISIT, JULY 2002

Dorit Weisman

Dorit Weisman

(Israël, 1950)

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MOM’S LAST VISIT, JULY 2002

MOM\'S LAST VISIT, JULY 2002

1.
Mother mother now that you’ve unpacked your suitcase
You must be sitting on the balcony staring at the street

2.
Sleeping for as long as I
Sleeping for as long as I’m not home
But you’ve had vital waking moments
As the children were going in and out
Going back
And forth

3.
I’m still alive after everything I’ve been through,
You said

4.
I’m sitting at the wooden kitchen table, exhausted.
I can’t even make you a cup of coffee.

5.
“Just a bite to taste” mother says about everything.
Laugh all you want but she only eats things that
are tasty and fresh. In her fridge I always find
Kerezet - a pink cream cheese my sister makes,
And smoked fish or salami, and bread.

6.
On Margie’s table there’s always some
Butter, she said. Since then I always give her
At the end of a meal
Bread and some butter.

7.
And malt. Mom loves malt
And club soda. Two months ago
She started to drink beer.

8.
Is there gas in the car? Sitting on the red stairs,
Awaiting her evening drive in the car.
When I’m up to it, Mom, we’ll go to the coffee shop.
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