A Henry Foner Poem

Henry Foner, last of the amazing Foner brothers, died in January at the age of 97. A labor leader, song writer, life long activist, friend to many, Henry’s life celebration is today. We will all tell Henry stories. About Henry Foner, there are many.

Henry was funny and charming and so was my friend
Sylvia Weiss. She was six years older than Henry and when
they met. Sylvia, who I talked to on the phone
all the time, mentioned that she hadn’t been on a date
in 23 years, since her husband died. So I called Henry
and asked if he’d like to go to the movies with Sylvia.
“Of course,” he said.He was still driving then,
which was unfortunate because
Henry and cars were not a good thing but he picked up Sylvia
at the Hallmark downtown. They had each requested that I come along
and I agreed. They picked the ENRON
movie on 23rd Street in the early afternoon. Starbucks afterwards.
Starbucks was in close walking distance, and Sylvia had some
walking issues. I sat behind Henry and Sylvia and literally
the minute the room went dark they fell asleep. Both of them.
And when the movie ended, the woke up in unison.
“Wonderful,” said Sylvia. “Perfect depiction” Henry agreed.
Later that night when Sylvia called me to discuss her date with Henry
she said “He couldn’t have been better.”

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. I have a brother in law who lives at Hallmark and hates it. He met a wonderful woman resident and – true to his life’s experience – wooed her, won her and dumped her. Your resident had better luck or slept with a nicer fellow.

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