I live in Cambridge, but I’m originally from Kibbutz Re’im in Israel, not far from the site of the festival massacre last weekend. My parents, sisters and young niece and nephews were there during the attack, but thankfully they are safe. Many others weren’t so fortunate.
It’s been a very tough time, and one way for me to cope has been through poetry, reading and writing. Here is my humble attempt inspired by the poem Spared by Wendy Cope, which was published by the Observer nearly 22 years ago (a month after 9/11). I don’t presume to be a professional poet (and English is not my first language), but the emotions and feelings are very similar: gratitude about being spared and getting another chance to love.
