Graduation Weekend, or What is Family

All of us, sitting around a big big table.

We don’t look alike. Some less likable

than others. Blood is not what brings us together.

New people joined our family this weekend.

They’ll drive down from Vermont for Khanyiisile’s party

and Polly our waitress at Jimmy D’s diner in New Lebanon New York

said she’d like to join us too.  Polly is welcome.  Some

are happier with what is familiar:  Mama Bear sitting in her seat

at the table, serving Sunday chicken.  High school friends.

And some like the door  wide open,  so people whoever they are

can just walk  in.


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.

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