Kiffe
“Tell us a story, Entro!”
Begged the children.
“About whom shall I tell you tonight?”
Asked Entro.
“Tell us a story about Kiffe,”
They all pleaded.
The grandfather tells his story
And the grandchildren fall asleep
Only black-eyed Shoshana
Is listening still
With a wakeful heart
And an attentive soul.
She implores her grandfather:
“When will Kiffe
Muster the strength
And lift up his gaze
Toward his ray of redemption?”
And the grandfather replies:
“Every day
I awake and hope
That this shall be the day
When in the darkness
Of Kiffe’s heart
Ignites a spark
Of yearning memory
For the glow of his freedom…”