The Day After Father’s Day, or The Day After Everything



My father wanted to go to Yale Medical School.

He did well at Cornell. The Jewish quota

is full they said to him in 1928 and often

he repeated that sentence why didn’t you

go somewhere else I’d ask him why did you

have to go to Yale I never liked Yale

fake buildings in the middle of a real city

the school didn’t see why didn’t you become

a doctor anyway my father wouldn’t make up

a good answer maybe he didn’t want to be a doctor

all that much maybe his immigrant parents just

wanted a doctor son who went to Yale maybe he

wanted to marry my mother and read good books

and have two children in a wooden house and it was

his own father who said you should be a doctor

because because because


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.


  1. Aww so very true . We immigrants want to earn as much as the white america esrns so we syribe hard not to be in a ghetto , because we left our lands families for a ” beyter” future.

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