Son Stories
R(a)ising Son
They will remember his sonThe living room television plays in the background as Sol inspects his son, Mikhail, one final time. He kneels down to polish his boots with the cuff of his sleeve till they shine. As he stands, he ensures the belt is secure and then moves around to the b...
A Dark Matter
I see you everywhere I go"A Dark Matter"(Raanana, October 4, 2018) I see you everywhere I goYou follow me even into the bedroomAnd crawl into bed beside meEntering my dreams.You are the dark sun shining your dark photons,Your shadows are my only light.You are every age you've eve...
"Yuval" Three in the morning A soft blue light emanated under the blanket. His father stared into the darkness at the tell-tale light And whispered, “Aren’t you asleep yet?” “Wait! I’m fighting the Klaxons,” Yuval whispered back. The twelve-year-old jinxe...
Tic, Tic, Tic....
For my middle son who has Tourette Syndrome.Tic, tic, tic, a sound we've all heardYour whole life it seems, their presencesometimes a comforting soundNo longer, this last ones the worstTo hear the pain it's causing youmakes my heart bleed and hurtTic, tic, tic, a sound, God's joke?Your brain a myst...
Art of Bargaining
A memory I reminisced recently“How much?” he asked the vendor pointing at the pile of tomatoes with an authoritative tone. “It’s 30 Rs a kilo, take it for 25 Rs” She says, as she arranges the pile of tomatoes, also luring the customer. “Too much, let’s go son,” without turning he walk...
My sonGod took a piece of my heartMade it youAnd made it lastA love like thisAn ache in my chestA love like thisI must confessI really wasn't sureHow I would feelBut now I knowBecause you are realI had to see youTo feel itTouch you, hold youTo believe itN...
Half of My Roots
Where I come from made a bit clearer.Looking at a picture, you are captured in time.So long ago, it sends good chills up my spine. You toiled together to make the bare land go.Made a home, a place for your children to grow. I never had a chance to meet either of you.Searching for my roots ma...
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Mother and wife
A small tribute to those that were left behindThat her God always hears That is what she believes And that helps her and comforts her Because she grieves For the loss of her loved ones Both her husband and son Who had died in september of 2001 They were firemen Rescuing folks from the towers And whe...
You want what
You didn't write Santa for that.You want what? It was Christmas Eve 1996, daddy was back from the war in Vietnam. It had been a long year with daddy gone. Everyone was so excited about Christmas. We all bundled up and everyone jumped into the car to go and see all the Christmas lights....
My Oldest Son
Happy 8th BirthdayToday is your birthdayI'm sorry I couldn't be with youMy heart achingI remember the night you were bornYour first cry into this worldThe joy of holding you in my armsLooking into your eyesYou were taken away because you were sickTears rolling down my face...
Wanting you home
A fathers’ effort to bring his 13 year old son home safe ...You went home to see your mum in January For a normal visitation and never returned. Now, five long months have passed and although we looked, you have remained gone. So today we went to court Trying to get you safely returned. The judge listened calmly a...
A Tear Gave Me Away!
I knew men at war who carried poems written from home. This could have been one.You asked me daddy to play it brave when you left for the war that day. I'm sorry but when I started to wave, an itty bitty tear gave me away. I tried to recover and wipe it away as you walked toward the plane. I tried really hard but what can I say my tr...
How do you stand to just sit in your roomYou never leave the houseYou are 20 years oldWhere is your ambition? Go get a jobDo somethingIt breaks my heart To watch you every day Glued to your phonePlaying video games all day Go do something See someoneLeave...
First class ticket to Heaven
Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013.Mom got a First class ticket to Heaven, that's for sure.Everybody who knew my mom, absolutely adored her.She always helped others or she would bust her butt trying.It was so sad when her doctor said that she was dying.Now she's in Heaven and she has etern...