I Do Not Belong

I Do Not Belong
When the first bomb fell
upon the town where I was born
I was still a child
I felt belonging
The house, the yard,
the view I knew so well,
the bench and Julia
That cursed bomb knew
this was the beginning
of what was the end
of a beautiful childhood
Since then
I no longer belong
I was blessed by life,
children, grandchildren
the never ending love
which flows between us
But my childhood sorroundings
had disappeared
they exist no longer
I do not belong
Without roots
segregated in my loneliness
in spite of all that's dear to me
I do not belong
even to myself
Tamara Deuel June 2004
Translated from Original Hebrew