by Natalie Zellat Dyen (Huntingdon Valley, PA )
Sarah waited
by the mountain.
Where the man with the knife
had taken the boy.
Sarah worried.
These words are not written.
But we know they are true.
Sarah waited
for the son born late.
For the husband
consumed by a covenant
that promised the unimaginable.
And demanded the unspeakable.
The man with the knife.
Sarah worried.
These words are not written.
But we know they are true.
Sarah worried about the boy.
That’s what mothers do.
And those who are not mothers
Worry about those who are not their children.
These words are not written.
But we know they are true.
Sarah would not see
the scrolls that bore their names.
Genesis of a people who endured the unimaginable.
And the unspeakable.
Survivors and scholars.
And strong women
who changed the world.
As they worried about their children.
These words are not written.
But we know they are true.
Natalie Zellat Dyen is a freelance writer and photographer living in Huntingdon Valley, PA. Her work has appeared in The Willow Review, Global Woman Magazine, Intercom Magazine, The Philadelphia Inquirer, and other newspapers and journals. Links to Natalie’s published work are available at www.nataliewrites.com.
The Jewish Writing Project 
Strong poem. Be sure to read Natalie’s fiction and nonfiction. The words are written.
Natalie:
It’s hard to believe that this is the first poem you have written! What an inspiration.
It says reams about Jewish Mothers throughout time when the earliest Biblical writers paid no heed to heroic women.
Keep writing poetry.
Jan Felgoise