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.
posted by rabbi neil fleischmann @ 10:19 AM
2 Comments:
This gave me the chills...
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.
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