5 Poems From My Files

Me, Meet Me

We don't feel the age ascribed us

Not in our dreams, not in our dreams

The child inside never dies

You couldn't kill him if you tried

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The Baby Calls You to Its Crib

Pain is pain, it's ageless

And loneliness has no face

We all cry from different cages

And the crying does not stop

Until we are touched

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  Mother Number Four

  You took part in the family portrait

  Yet, of just you photos number few

  A full of kindness, kind of  person

  Original beauty – of skin and heart

  You grew straight in a bent home

  Saved by real love as only a child

  You listened, G-d listened to you

  Pre childbirth, after mother death

You owned your world, taught us all

That we never get the perfect picture

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Remembered Journeys 

Thinking too late

A lot on my plate

Write myself to sleep

Counting dreams like sheep

Riding Peter Pan

Back from Boston and

Lovingly recall

Ein Gedi Waterfall

Going past

Concrete covered grass

Cross Bronx  into Queens

Route 4 haunts, redeems

Forests that adorn

Memories reborn

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The Spirit of Aaron Hovers Over the Poetry Reading

when i hear you read

i like it much better

than when you show it to me

standing here, just hovering

i love that

 hovering -

i'm hovering

hey shelley look

i'm hovering

over everyone

really, neil

it's very good

everyone was good

cool

take it slow.