Yom Kippur is Over, and Forgiveness

(I’ve written many forgiveness poems. )



Forgive me because I am not

usually the person I would like to be

don’t take the high road often enough

hold onto wrongs.  I have inherited that

trait and it’s not a good one.  My mother

was seated at the wrong table number 18

at the Silverstone Bar Mitzvah

and she mentioned that fact a thousand times.

She did not talk to Helen Silverstone again.

I can hold onto a grudge too but this year at Yom Kippur

I tried to exorcise all grudges one grudgee in particular

he doesn’t really mean what he says and neither

do so I forgave us both in my atonement

me for losing patience  I will try for patience

and grudgelessness maybe even understanding

and as for forgiveness you don’t have to forgive

me for me to forgive you.




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.


  1. Bar the doors
    Lock the gates
    Forget the parties
    that could be
    for the misery
    of old grudges
    Yo Momma
    done taught
    you wrong

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