Kae Bochar

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 

planting me like tiny trees  in

downy  blankets … 

your  soft winds rocking  me to sleep

I still look

for you grandpa …

…still

hear your

heartbeat in olive groves ..

still feel 

your shalom in gentle breezes

still think of you on

Shabbat…

Published by Kae Bochar

Hi, my name is Kae Bochar. 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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