Women in a Restaurant

Older, we talk more

easily together.    I

tell stories instead of truths

hoping the stories

are true enough. I met my

friend Laura she came to dinner yesterday

when her father Bernie

walked into my office

by mistake.  Bernie was on the wrong floor.

“What  a mess,”

he shouted, in his perfect voice.

And then, “you

must be the creative type.

Like my daughter Laura.

The other one is organized.”

Not as hard to say what

we couldn’t before:  our children

grown now, as imperfect

as we.  Happiness comes

in moments.  In stories.

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. Hi Esther,
    Thank you for a poem that resonates with me. I have always loved stories and intend to share this in a training I am doing with peer group facilitators. I am so glad that I discovered your poetry.

    1. Hi Nancy, Thanks for writing to me. I’m very glad you found these poems. Can you tell me how you did? I’m always interested in where readers are from.
      All best Esther

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