When Friends Come to Visit (And Then What Happened)

we say what we can

tell each other

who we are with stories:

my mother worked for a man she

met playing bridge with

Maury Isaacs  in New Haven

she worked for Maury Isaacs

he had a friend named Harry who’d come to meet

Maury for lunch. Harry would

ask my mother for a date

she wouldn’t go because she was

engaged to Irving and still Harry persisted

so my mother fixed up Harry

with Sophie and then

what happened to make her become

my mother (she did not

marry Harry).

 

 

 

 

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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