Jewish Holidays Remind Me of My Father

He died years ago
out of the blue the day after
vacation with my mother
and their closest friends
Fayette and Jack. They all
played bridge for two weeks
in the Dominican Republic
where they were happy.
Home on a Sunday night.
Monday my father had
stomach pains. They thought
it was rice and beans. My
mother called Jack at his hospital.
Bring him right over
Jack said. My father forgot the
newspapers he read each day.Seven.
When she went home for them and he died.
My mother,a strong woman, never recovered.
She went from being a master
bridge player to never playing again.

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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