Thursday, June 04, 2015

Freida Maryam

You never visit me
not as a ghost, not in a dream
maybe that's because already
you live underneath my skin
And every now and then from behind 
my eyelids, you give a push and I cry

I am fond of this poem that just came to me yesterday.  And I am grateful that I had a moment the night before when I cried about mom. I am not big on submitting or publishing, but I feel that this one should be out there. Thank you for reading.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

This gave me the chills...

June 9, 2015 at 1:07 PM  
Blogger rabbi neil fleischmann said...

Thank you. It means a lot to me that the power that propelled my writing this is felt in reading it. I'd I'd never know had you not told me.

June 10, 2015 at 12:14 AM  

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