Here are my poems and short stories

I Know You’re Here

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Speak to me. Take my hand. Where are you now?
On the table I see …
the yellow flower.
It looks just like the ones that grew
in front of our orphanage.
Our only childhood home.

Life was never easy. Listen to me. I remember:
Those flowers came every spring
We always had each other and those flowers.
They watched us with their sunny color and charming ways.

Speak to me. Take my hand. Where are you now?
The Nazis took our home away, and separated us.
The lovely yellow flowers wilted.
No longer yellow and dancing in the wind;
Their heads drooped
Towards the ground crying for you,

Listen to me. I remember
Seeing boys and girls marching, two by two.
In a parade of fear and anguish.
They told us, we weren’t human.

Take my hand And then look at me Where are you now?
Escaping to the Holy Land- a new land, with new people
My life was not like that of Moses,
Who led the Jews out of Egypt long ago.
I was put to work once again
To build a new country.

In America, with children and grandchildren
My wife spends each day feeding pigeons.
Pacing back and forth in the street for seeds
Spinning in the street like dreidels. Life was never easy

Where are you? They told me you faded away
but I was never convinced…
I knew you were around somewhere
Lets go back to…
our childhood land.
Take my hand. Speak to me.


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