Independence day. Toys are my words.
I collected them in shades of blue and placed them on a white background. I collected one without a leg for those who were hurt and next to it an empty don’t have enough and a huge golden circle for those who have too much, I have placed a stretched out hand that reaches out for peace and one tight fist. A bust of one with an arrogant smile and Obama’s pin because if he can, then we can.
I’ve placed a tissue for the tears and two pills because they say you need to take to for a headache.
I collected grapes of the creator of the vine fruit, and sugar that will sweeten our day, a dog, so we can wag our tail, a butterfly because we want to be a free people in our land, an eye for Zion (looking out to Jerusalem), an expiation rooster, a small hammer, because the big one will land on our head in the evening and one balloon for a birthday celebration.
I collected also one that reminded me of Ben Gurion, standing on his head, leading the way and I added a bubble stick, so we can keep dreaming, a shoe so we can walk in his footsteps, one aircraft for those who protect us from above and a blue dustpan so we can keep it clean down below and one little Hamsa to make sure we are all healthy.
I love our country. Happy Independence Day!
