An Old Friend Came to Dinner

 

we all sat in the living room and tried to say

what happened since 1977 what really happened

he told us a story about how he was walking

to take the bus uptown First Avenue bus his leg

hurt so much he almost couldn’t go visit his friend

at Sloane Kettering his best friend from kibbutz he did

and later he went to a doctor at Lenox Hill and that doctor

Armenian man from Beirut who’d studied medicine in Israel

that doctor looked at him after they talked for a while

and my old friend started to cry because he didn’t know

what would happen and the Armenian doctor stood up

and came over to him hugged him and said

Don’t Worry You’ll Be OK and somehow he is.

 

 

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.

3 Comments

  1. beautiful story!!! on of my favorite of your poems.

    thank you, dear esther, for sharing your life’s stories!!

    hugs!!

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