Topic Tags: ancestors

My husband stokes the fire / with wood the children gathered / I knead the dough – / an offering for the Source of all

Let me remember my breath on the wind as / Fragile / Fleeting / Precious

“One time, we tried to learn a line dance / where we linked arms in order of the generations…”

“I cannot be soothed / because there are / no moral answers…”

“reaching toward me, / as alive and animated / as my own unimaginable heart–”

“A thousand funerals in / one day    a shortage of diggers / an excess of graves.”

“My grandparents / spoke Yiddish on muddy streets”