Last night, I dreamt I was a child

Half-awake in my mother’s arms In a car where it was cool and it was dark. My mother opened her coat and covered me As my father drove home carefully. And I felt safe, and I felt loved. This morning, I read about a baby in Khan Younis. Her name is Siwar and she is starving. Siwar’s mother needs food for her child In a place where descendants of exile and holocaust Withhold sustenance and mercy as strategic maneuver. A photo of Siwar shows large eyes in a wasting body, Published