Topic Tags: aging

A poem on the inconsistency of time passing.

“So teach me to number my days / Savor the music of the birds / Entwine my branches with those of others”

“Shine to me, stars. / There’s too much light.”

“World events do not recognize my opinions”

“My knees creak and twinge / as I bend to bless”

“Jacob gave his blessings, / although some say he faltered”

“Blessed are You, God, who turns the hearts of parents toward children”

“Life returns itself to Life.”

“I imagine a field where they gather: those / grandmothers”

Source sheet pairing verses from Eicha with voices of immigrant parents separated from their children