Star of David
Here we gather at the tableAltogether, as if one,
We are family.
The poet watches and sees the
Family. One by one by one...
Such minute details.
Hear the scraping of the plate and fork
Laughing, so similar, tongue and cheek
Memories ensue.
Grandfather speaks silently of old times --
Did you notice that star outside?
I did.
You cried for them, Grandfather,
Not your people, or your yellow star
But you cried.
His sons remember his
Face of stone, dead like all those people
A living corpse.
One son, not dead, but busy...
It's good to see you tonight, I missed you
Uncle.
You two were almost twins once
Brother and brother, now you are
Father and Uncle.
Father act giddy for us please!
Remember when you and Uncle...
Tell us.
Little brother say it. You want to, just say:
"Father love me. You do, but..."
He has his Daddy's feet.
Grandmother, speak some more German.
Please, let me practice with you!
Ich liebe dich.
Good night! Good night family...
I want to be a poet one day
I wrote about you.
Poetry by Zachary P. B.
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Written on 2006-08-04 at 02:19
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