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By Iris Ruth PastorThe crumbs on my kitchen table didn’t get wiped away today.
The ground turkey I defrosted didn’t get cooked, either.
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| Summer Album
By Faigie Horowitza pink pop art bathing suit size four hangs on a knob from the kitchen cabinet. its solid little pink terry cover-up hangs on the adjoining cabinet.
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| Waiting to Meet You
By Doreen WinterSince my children were born
I have been waiting to meet you...
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| What Do Babies Dream?
By Beverly PeckWhat do babies dream
when they are fast asleep
when eyelids are aflutter
and a smile rounds their cheeks
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| Separation Anxiety
by Tzipporah AbeshouseDeep down, I know it will be okay.
I will be fine.
Yet there is still that separation anxiety.
A funny thing. Not rational....
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 | The Third Generation
By Miriam GoodmanThe elderly woman
sat by herself
waiting...
for the phone to ring
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| Holding
By Beri CohenI disconnect from the phone cord the house chores the doctors and bills
I hold her for real and remember our dreams
Just to have moment upon moment
Of living
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| Entirety of Mother
A Poem Before Birth
By Rifka Kaplana silent voice to become a breath
a body to be infused with a soul
or a soul wearing its body< | |
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| Ode to Mothers Everywhere
By Dena GorkinI crawl out of bed as the sun slowly rises
I take a deep breath and prepare for surprises
Each morning brings all kinds of interesting news
And there's always a voice asking, "Where are my shoes?"
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| Where Angels Tread
By Leah LawrenceThe following poem was written for my daughter Madison shortly after her birth. Madison was born with Down Syndrome...
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| My Special Symphony
By Chaya SchapiroIf it’s a symphony I’m in,
It’s like one I’ve never heard.
For this symphony that plays around me,
Is one that’s quite absurd!
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| Searches
By Miriam SteinShalom, my son, where can I find you?
Hidden in your new black beard, black suit, black hat
Ensconced for the last two of your twenty-five years
In a yeshiva
Deep in Jerusalem
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| My Child
By Melody Masha PiersonShe is my child
Beginning to paint her dreams
Seeing in her mind's eye
what is heart-felt.
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| Inside Home
By L. AbramsYellow, gold, warm maple wood
warm, messy, wild,
life, living, loud
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| "Gott Fun Avrohom"
By Miriam GoodmanThis beautiful prayer
my Mother would say
at the end of Shabbat
so many years ago.
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| Grandson
By Simcha FinkelsteinThis is a poem I wrote while witnessing my grandson's birth...
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