My Mother and Father Were Both Born in July (COVID)

I think about them more than I did

before they were married before they were parents when my

mother tap danced when my father played

violin  my mother had boyfriends when my father

was engaged  before my mother to Sophie

when my mother was engaged to Irwin

when they were young and didn’t know what it meant

not to be young not to be free before they had a house

and kids and Friday nights at the Beth Israel Synagogue Center

before they grew middle aged and then old and before

I had the chance to ask happened.

 

 

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 Comment

  1. I think many of us have deep regrets about what we did not ask our parents about their lives before our egocentric selves were born.

    This is the stuff of Covid dreams.

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