you know…i
still look for you
grandpa and
startle
into
soft familiar
places every
time i see
ashkenazi eyes…
..for
one startling moment i
become a small dove wanting
to nestle in olive
groves
because once upon
my childhood…you were there when
mother and father couldn’t
tame
me…
i was a howling
monkey in
newborn diapers ….until
your hands planted
me
like tiny
trees in
soft blankets … and
your soft winds
rocked me to
sleep
I still look
for you grandpa …
…still
hear your
heartbeat in
olive groves ..
still
hear
your shalom in
howling
winds …
still think of you on
Shabbat…
Truly amazing as always keep up the good work 🙂
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thanks:)
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Aww 🙂 I just read this!
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:)… Grandpa Chuck:)
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