All your friends
Came from a hell that had a name.
They brought along
A language of soft lips.
Pieces of the new tongue filtered through it,
But the were syllables without memories.
They never learned how to murmur: sadness
Like a tear of the mouth.

Background: my parents friends were all survivors, they all knew Yiddish- the soft tongue. Hebrew: the new tongue. I speak, years later.