Visiting Blair at Amsterdam House and My Mother

Happy to see Blair reading a Good Big Book as always

he has a new hip a new Hawaiian shirt I who have been trying to avoid

turning into my mother my whole life instantly became my mother

at the Amsterdam House a rehabilitation place nice enough

near St. John the Divine when I walked in people in wheelchairs were singing

Good Night Irene with a professional singer in the lobby Blair was

upstairs reading his Good Big Book my mother was a volunteer for many years

at a nursing home I asked Dennis at the desk if I could be a volunteer

are you single he asked me and smiled and I smiled too just like my mother

and then Blair and I sat in the outside garden not a garden really but they

say garden because it’s on the street and there was a man sitting by himself

smiling at us so I brought him over to us wheeled him over he said his name

was David Levene three e’s no i’s  90 years old he hangs his hat there

he said even though he has no hat and he laughed and Blair laughed

and my mother would have laughed too.

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.

6 Comments

  1. Esther, isn’t it funny (or scary) how that stamping from infancy ensures that, from time to time, we channel our parents? “You’re acting just like your mother”, I sometimes say to Heidi. Even though my father died 12 years before Heidi and I met, she responds by saying “you’re just like Mike”. I just smile, knowing she is right !!! But those elements of other personalities are what make each of us unique.

    Hope you are well, Esther.

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