Meyer Cohen

 

 

 

A few people sent me messages yesterday:

What about a father poem. OK.

 

 

My father Meyer Cohen sometimes Mike

not Meyer very often except on his stationery

actually had embossed stationery made by his cousin

Goldie Rubin that was her entire business stationery

Goldie came to dinner she was single

gave me some ESC notes for my Bas Mitzvah

ESC was in light pink I didn’t want to use it ever

you can’t have blue said Goldie

she also said: what other color is there.

I actually liked her and inherited her amber bracelet.

My father Meyer Cohen

even though we weren’t alike

he was Talmudic

I was definitely not Talmudic

he would defend me in his Talmudic way

he said to Goldie Give Her the Color She Wants.

What if it’s orange said Goldie

I was sitting with them but they ignored me.

She knows what she wants said my father,

That’s good Goldie he told her.

What if it’s orange reoeated Goldie

in case he hadn’t heard it the first time.

Then give her orange said my father, Meyer Cohen.

 

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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