Memorial for a Child

by Marie Syrkin

Marie Syrkin

I have never gone back to Ithaca,
Afraid of the small headstone, the weed-choked plot.
Now there is a plaque with your name
In a kindergarten in Jerusalem.
In Jerusalem
In a house for children
With eyes dark as yours,
Prattling in Hebrew
And laughing,
I took heart to face your name:

Last updated October 11, 2022