Literary Mama writing about the many faces of motherhood

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I had a girl
a daughter who died inside
It's true that she was born
no longer alive
She was a puzzle
solved by death
I held her
in my right hand

Her I won't forget
How can I
She turned me into
a grave for children
And where is she buried
In my parents' garden

Ashira Malka’s poetic procrastinations of imma (mommy)-hood and other things worth putting off ’til readiness has reached perfection have appeared in Di-Verse-City 2009 and 2011, Poetica’s Holocaust Edition, Enounce, Israel Beat online radio show, and her own website , as well as the blogs Wotgoinon and the Hebrew and transliterated

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