We Are Going to LA, or My Grandmother

In two days, Peter and I are leaving for Los Angeles.I haven’t been there in many  years. Peter’s been once, in the middle of what seemed like a monsoon.

There was a time

when I wrote

poems about

my grandmother  how

she left Bacau, Roumania,

lived in Grand Forks, North Dakota

husband  four kids

farmers everywhere she felt lost

moved to New Haven (another long story)

where I was born

one day  Uncle Alex

he was in LA already he drove up

in a gold cadillac ran upstairs

to our apartment I was 5 years old

said Come On Ma You’re Moving

to California and in what seemed

like an hour or two maybe it was

a day she got into

my Uncle Alex’s car

drove off to a place

where she was finally

happy, wrote a lifetime of letters

all beginning The Weather is Perfect.

I saved her letters, waited until

this Thursday to go to LA myself.

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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