Uri

I wish I had a son

A little boy

Bright, with black curly hair.

I would take his hand in mine

And stroll slowly, slowly

Through the garden...

Little boy.

Uri, I'd call him

My Uri!

How gentle and clear this tiny name

A glimmer of joy

For my little boy,

Uri, I'd call him

Uri, I'd call.

But I am still bitter as Rachel

I am still praying as Hannah in Shiloh,

I am still waiting for him.

I will

Wait.