A Grandmother's Emotions as Family Goes off to War

 A Grandmother expresses her heartfelt emotions via a poem as the grandson goes off to fight:-

Stand your own ground

My dear grandson
Precious, sweet one, 

Watched you grow up.
Ever taller, broad shouldered, 
Yet with modest stoop.
Only now, just learning
To stand your own ground.

Noshing cookies - mother’s delicacies
When her back’s turned
Pops in another! But grandma sees!!
Called up! 
“Take biscuits!” shaped like crescent moon, 
Which waxes then wanes - all to soon
To stand our own ground.

Piano you play, never before heard

fingers tinkle ‘Fur Elise’ like yours. 
Why now stop? Call Up! 
My young grandson, 
Off to base in the south
To stand his own ground.
Hard awork at your station, 
bent on saving our nation
from even greater disaster,
from rape of our country. 
Your eyes on the screen, 
to which you are glued
A hero unsung.  Like you, 
hundreds others
Stand their own ground.

Thirty three pairs of socks 

not enough for my contingent, 
says grandson from his base. Need
mattresses, batteries, underwear, scarves,  
Need I say more? Yes Tzizit galore
They’re placed on corners four
Our protection they are
our own human shield 
All these are what we need ….to
Stand our own ground.

We turn to our heroes for comfort and inspiration
Not only for mind, but for soul’s consolation.

Let’s turn to Rabbi Sacks, so dearly lamented.
Are we telling a story? No! ‘We’re writing a chapter.’

And said Sivan Rahav-Meir, brilliant media personality.

‘Israel will never be the same. No! It will be better’

Echoes of the past can surely imbue us

With strength and determination

To stand or own ground – on our Own Ground