When Abraham breathed his last,
at a good ripe age, his sons,
Isaac and Ishmael buried him
in the cave of Machpelah.
Not remarkable,
sons at a funeral,
if one can forget
Abraham banished Ishmael
and raised a knife to Isaac.
Or that Ishmael begot one nation
and Isaac another.
Two mistreated sons
in ancient times
set aside their anger
at the grave of their father.
Dare I imagine the scene?
The children of Abraham,
bowing their heads
to bury the past
and join hands in grief.
What a meaningful poem for our times, Jackie! Thank you.