Seventh Grade

In seventh grade I had a friend

one year older her mother a grammar school teacher Somewhere Else

father a difficult man he worked in their basement

what did he do no one could say although I was one of those children

who asked and asked even when there were no answers my friend

looked a little like Annette Funnicello she had ambition I wasn’t even

sure what the word ambition meant she did not want to be a teacher

or a nurse one day I walked her home and her father came to the door

and said what’s funny is what you remember he said No Jews Will Come

Inside This House Except the Doctor who happened to be my uncle and I said

why not  he slammed the door really slammed it  my friend didn’t know

what to say or what to do so she went inside the house and we were never

such good friends after that although we both tried she didn’t know what

to say  neither did I and a million years later we saw one another again

I asked about her ambition  she summarized her life I did too before she

left I asked if she would tell me about her father

anything she wanted to say

and she said No.

 

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.

5 Comments

  1. This is a really nice poem, Esther.

    We’re coming to the Berkshires again in late August. Hope to get together again.

    Love to Peter.

    D&P

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