Walking with empty space in a crowded hall,
Silver hair; like joyful winter,
Face– smiling,
Brush past like the artist on her canvas,
Reminiscent of yellow sky, taken by the clouds,
Face–steel; shark,
Walking with no escape in an empty hall,
Silver hair, like desperate ash,
Face–withered,
Comfort like mother’s hug,
Grief the sunflower that had been picked in an early spring,
Face–Sorry
–Yosef Weiss, Senior