My Mother’s Birthday (COVID)

She would have been over 100.

Never told us her age.  Neither did her mother,

Yiddish speaker named Anna from Roumania,  who

lived in Beverly Hills with my Uncle Alex.   One day Anna

had a stroke, was unconscious when Alex brought

her into the hospital.  How old is she the doctor

asked my uncle.  Seventy eight my uncle said.

My grandmother, unconscious until then, said in Yiddish to my uncle:

Shmuck.  Take off ten years.

The doctor, a Yiddish speaker too, said

She’s Fine.

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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