What We Remember

We met in Old Saybrook a year ago

in a warm pool in a spa hotel right on the water.

You said you were the daughter of a famous

artist I don’t remember who you told us

a story of How You Met Your Husband.

handsome Italian who said very little.

he swam beside you in that pool.

You met him and said Yes.  That’s what you

told us.   And then you described about your Famous Father

and the barn where he painted and how who he was

made you want to lead a different kind of life

but you weren’t sure how so you married the handsome

Italian.  Dear Magdalena.  I don’t remember your name.

Or your famous father’s name either.  But I remember

our swimming in that warm October pool and thinking:

will I remember this?

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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