My mother has arrived from Paris and Israel bearing gifts of perfume, chocolate, poems and a single (ceramic) Pomegranate. I love the last two gifts the most. The Pomegranate reminds me of summers in Israel and the poems speak to me in words of nostalgia that I'm all-too-familiar with. Have you ever been struck with a such a pang of homesickness, that it literally hurts?
Poem from When leaves Fall by Maccabit Malkin, illustrated by Tali Geva, translated into English from Hebrew by Natanya Wachtel.