Many Colors

My son returned from battle, his duffel bursting
With things that I had not packed for him.
Socks donated by the Jews in Argentina.
A quilted blanket smelling like someone else’s home
A blue towel from a family from the Moshav,
Tzitzit from Jerusalem.
A fleece jacket, gifted by a high-tech company,
A scarf knitted by an elderly lady,
Undershirts purchased by online shoppers,
A sheet that was given to him by a friend,
Gloves bought by teenage girls,
A jacket from the closet of someone who
Came and requested to give.
I spread out all those garments
And weave together a new coat of many colors.
See, Yosef, your brothers were there for you

Translation: Levi Morrow