Rural and Migrant Women

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This year the second year

we went to Binghamton New York

a town like Ansonia Connecticut

where I was born we went to

a Holiday Inn in Binghamton

beige and green with free coffee

a lukewarm swimming pool the Holiday Inn

smells like air freshner if air freshner

were a fake pine tree.

We were there to teach

story telling a little writing too

we need each other’s stories

to rural and migrant women

brought together once a year

by one of those wonderful organizations

taking care of the women and their

many beautiful children

by teaching them by helping them

Rural and Migrant Ministries

I am sure everyone I know

would sponsor a woman to go

to Binghamton New York her only holiday

once a year to a hotel for two days to eat

whatever she likes her children too

to dress up in spectacular dresses

for the Big Banquet and dance and sing

take yoga classes and listen to speakers

in Spanish and English tell them what they know

do yoga and salsa in a big room embrace

one another and figure out what it means

to have documents and what it means to have

children and what it means to build a better life.

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.

2 Comments

  1. So beautifully simple when reduced to basic elements and so complicated day by day, moment by moment.Men, to name just one thing, are complicating factors.

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