Grandson, reserve paratrooper, Noam,
Visited me with his young wife, Shira,
Explaining while tea vapors steamed up
His sturdy army black framed glasses.
Through lenses, intent grey eyes focused
Reaching my heart with his explanation...
"We focus on our mission, motivation's high
Training's professional. Not only physical
But spiritual, as with Kavana we pray
Sincerely intent on every word we say.
Family boosts our morale when you send us
Special night torches we fix to our helmets
So we see in the dark. Sixty pairs of socks,
Special pressure plasters, so feet don't get sore.
It helps you are there, keep sending parcels of 'Nosh'
Crisps, cakes, Coca-Cola make sleeping sounder
On field's rough ground. Our life's no feather bed.
We're fighting a war for Jewish identity."
With his hand on mine, Noam urgently repeats,
"That's what this war's about, Jewish identity."
He's lifting my heart with his words and warm hug
Strengthens me with his deeply held conviction
Now we understand that the war is about
Jewish identity - Israel's survival.
What a surprise! Comes knocking at my door
A uniformed soldier. Met him before?
My younger grandson, nicknamed Aharoni
Intelligence unit gave him a furlough
Came to visit me with Efrat, his Mom.
His brown eyes shine at my surprised delight.
This young grandson tells me that he's lost weight
In intelligence, his shifts' hours are maybe ten or eight,
Usually at night. So when morning comes
Too tired for breakfast, so goes straight to bed.
When he wakes up it's for supper and off
Onto his next duty - keeps us all safe.
Grandsons - They're up in the North, down in the South.
The Iron Dome's all the while being deployed
A Nobel Prize contender., supposedly!
If so, better give it to our boys, each one
A Noble defender of our only land, our home.
Say No to vulnerability, Yes to positivity, unity!
Sitting on Jerusalem's sunny balcony,
Wonder why it's so very hard to be Granny
Being a 'stopper' - fill in whenever needed
Rushing to help my granddaughters trying, coping
Alone with husbands on the front – sometimes arriving
Then going. Sometimes contacting – just never knowing.
Making calls, challot, packages, we help society
And our sanity. Thread fringes on T-shirts' four corners
Called tzizzit, soft shield against hardened enemy
While as years before, in bomb shelters we sitting
In our very own country, where we've every right to be.
Or so it seems to us, though not to crazed barbarians.
My response? Why! Off to see my grandchildren
Entertain great grandkids – blessed next generation!
While uniformed grandsons with their guns shouldered
Again fight Israel's War of Independence.
This campaign we will win, we tell one another
We'll fight for this land, for we have no other.
It's no coincidence then, that despite it all,
We never despair, sing our national anthem
As our soldiers guard us with heart and with soul.
Resilience empowers all of us, as we know.
Israel, we trust, will never be abandoned
In every Jewish heart, echoes Hope - Hatikvah!