Atar Maor 50 We are tormented parents . We are hurting grandparents . We are sons and daughters, grandsons and granddaughters, with longing and grief in our eyes, hugs without words, random tears, sudden hopes, abyssal despair, memories surfing from before, from there, from the future we thought we’d have . And it’s unclear what holds And it’s unclear what will be And only the here and now are known . And now so many of us are no longer with us . IF WE'LL BE 51 And now so many of us are not yet with us . And now my phone is only at 30 % I’ll go recharge . Just to be on the safe side .
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