My Father’s Birthday (COVID)

Longtime gone my father mysterious man

my father wrote a letter

to The Evening Sentinel titled

How to Have a Good Life

Marry, he said, have two children and find a way

to earn a living

my father who sent me postcards

every week when I was in college every week when I

went to the Israeli Peace Corps my father  had

a beautiful handwriting  never revealed much

he had a difficult mother  my father who liked puns

liked comedians liked Jack Paar

played violin and piano and said:

Think the Rain Will Harm the Rhubarb?

Not if it’s in cans.



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. And my father always said “Think the rain will hurt the rutabaga!”

    And, when getting up from dinner to go to the bathroom said

    “I’m going to see a man about a horse”.

    Or, “Time to go to the Library.”

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