Shifra Weinstock Eshkol
ONCE
Once
In the morning
I sang with all the children
Tin soldiers in the game
Listened to the singing
Silently
Joy, small clappers of my heart
Bells.

In time
My orange dress
Didn’t fit me
But the children’s shoes
Stuck on my feet
Can’t put them off,
And I sang with the small angles.
Birds of paradise, somewhere,
Received silver clappers in the world’s bell.


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