Kae Bucher

grandpa planted me in olive groves

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…

Published by Kae Bucher

Hi, my name is Kae Bucher. Thanks for stopping by. I was born in the Florida Keys, but grew up in the Bay Area before migrating south for college. I completed my bachelor’s in English at Fresno Pacific University in California, where I minored in Christian ministry. I have also had the privilege of serving as a youth pastor. In addition to teaching special needs students and raising four children, I also studied Special Education as a graduate student at FPU. I have now been writing for over twenty years. Recently, I have written articles for iPatriot, and I am in the process of converting my front room into a greenhouse. I like storing humor and greenery, weeds and poetry, in mental tin cans. You will find my humanitarian dreams and political leanings organized accordingly. Feel free to dig through my buckets…

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