Tombstone of son of Ephraim Cohen

I saw my father drowning In surging days. His weak hand gave a last white flutter In the distance— And he was gone. I kept on alone Along the shore, A boy still, With small, thin legs, And have…

In her death agony—which lasted no more than an instant or two—Nazira Mualdeb reviewed the months preceding her granddaughter Alcira’s wedding and a torrent of ghostly images spontaneously abandoned…