Sunday, April 14, 2013

18 toward the Omer


You tell me about the day
when your son
                        went into the kitchen
                                    and you realized he was crying

Mama,
            you quote him to me,
                        For what do people get born
                                    when no matter what they die?

God made it
            so people died,
                        you tell me you told him,
                                    else the next generation
                                                wouldn’t fit!

You tell me this story
            about eight times
                        in the course of an hour
                                    so I still remember

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