What a little angel she is Whisper the Jewish Sunday-school ladies behind gloved hands As I flounce down the hall All dressed up in my blue silk party dress, the one with the frills on the bottom Another gift from Daddy’s friends in Chicago A special dress for a special girl like you My proud […]
Poetry-Reflections
The Creases of Time
Time—did it slip through my fingers, flow Subtly as water? My little big brother, Running across the pastures with his kite, where did that go? Footsteps trailing mine, hands clasped tightly—my mother. I can see the time pass in the creases of my Grandfather’s eyes, his skin lined with the trick of time. If only […]
Fear
Fear is a bubble. It can fold up or pop. It can surround you like a swarm or keep you behind an elastic wall. You choose whether to stay in or step out. Nanae Koyama, 11Lexington, MA
