Mothers

Older, we think of mothers

more. What a mother means

mine and years and how we too

are mothers. Each one of us. At last night’s

Clara Lemlich Awards six women

who lived in ways that were big

and small, I heard those women

describing, crying, I saw those women  understood

how we all of us are one another’s mothers.

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.

3 Comments

  1. Hi Esther, I was trying to find the poem you shared with us on Wednesday. I see you have shortened it. I really liked the older version. I was looking for that Noah paragraph. It was just too beautiful…
    -Sri

    1. Hi Sri, Thanks for writing me. I will send the poem to all of you. The poem here is just a piece. Glad you liked it. Great to meet you and hear your poems. xxxx

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