I wrote this poem after listening to a video by Rachel Polin Goldberg, Hersh’s mom, asking that people use Hersh’s name while buying coffee or anything like that, so that people around the world get to know who he is. 

YOUR NAME IS MY NAME

Just as I don’t forget my name

even while asleep,

know that I won’t forget yours.

Know that our souls are connected

all together with a bond that can never be broken,

as we are Jewish sisters,

so your name is my name.

My name is Naama.

My name is Liri.

My name is Agam.

My name is Danielle.

My name is Karina.

My name is Hersh.

And I have so many more names.

When you are hurt, so am I.

Your shame and embarrassment are mine,

making something burn within me.

I cry for you and can’t fall asleep at night

knowing that you are not yet home,

so I pray that soon you will be

reunited with your loved ones.

In the meantime I will use your names

when I order coffee,

go out to eat at a pizza shop or restaurant,

shop for clothes for myself and my children,

chat with other moms at the park,

so I will never forget you.

And people will start knowing who you are,

and that you want to be home

like the rest of us.

May it happen soon.